This is a story of Chefs. A team formed by coincidence. A bond formed in tribulation and triumph. It is a proven truth now, if you spend eighty hours a week with someone you will either love them or hate them. Katey and I found love.

Katey worked, incessantly. Rising to the top regardless of what obstacles life placed in her path. She committed herself to a life standard of her own design. In this she chose Sam. An eccentric philosopher who chose the kitchen as his muse.Why he was good enough for her is still a fun debate amongst them. Maybe it's because he challenges her tolerance. Maybe it's because he makes her laugh. Maybe it's the flowers he buys for her every time he is coerced into grocery shopping. Regardless the evidence of love was found in the birth of their beautiful son, Ralph.

For reasons unknown Katey and Sam like to pursue life challenges which is why they moved while Katey was eight months pregnant. They sought a better quality of life away from the turn and burn, meat grinder intensity of the ski resort hospitality communities. Thanks to the love and support of their families they have forged a happy home in the same residence Katey grew up in as a child in Bethlehem, NH. Where the springs are refreshing, summers are perfect, the fall in stunning, and the winters. . . no comment.

It is here they have discovered the joys of domestication. A happy household filled with love and understanding, teamwork and sleepless nights of diaper changes, bears in the trash cans and chasing woodchucks out of the garden. Most of all, more laughter and enjoyment of each others company than one could think to imagine.

All in all their love the binding. Sam proposed on January 7th of 2016 in their home, all together as a family, their newborn in his arms. Katey said "Finally". They are endlessly excited to get married and share their joy with everyone. Their love has already defined sickness and health, rich or poor, and better or worse. This wedding is for you to join us in celebrating our family and the values that we already hold true. Bring your dancing shoes.

-Samuel Ramer

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