This past weekend was a celebration of the highest degree. Before God, my good friend Davey married his soul mate, Sheri.
Once upon a time there was a little quiet boy named Davey and a young hyperactive girl, named Heather, who attended parochial schools, he St. Bruno’s and I Sacred Heart. While making our mark on fifth grade, our teachers, who happened to be friends, wanted to get their students together to socialize. My class only consisted of ten and I believe his the same.
We wrote each other occasionally. I sent him little GI Joe figures and we exchanged friendship bracelets. We even talked on the phone a few times (he mostly talked about his cat when he actually talk, or when I gave him the chance to say anything).
We kept in touch throughout the year and I believe into sixth grade. Then, alas, I moved on into the seventh grade, which was my junior high at Greater Latrobe High School. He continued on with parochial school until twelfth grade. Our communication fizzled out, that is until graduation, when we met up again at the mall. Believe it or not, we worked together at a clothing store called Aeropostale in Westmoreland Mall. Did we remember each other? You bet we did! We’ve remained friends ever since. That was about nineteen years ago, plus the time we’ve known each other during our limited childhood interaction.
Now fast forward from post high school days to a few years ago. Davey had been corresponding with this chick and he decided to move to Minnesota with her. What? Who is this person?
Before departing and trekking nearly nine hundred miles over five to six states, Davey wanted me to meet this mystery lady before starting his new life. Did I think it was a good idea? Sure, taking on a new adventure can be fun and a good change of pace. But naturally, I wanted see who stole Davey’s heart and hopefully give her the thumbs up too.
I met the two in Greensburg and instantly loved Sheri! From idle chit chat, I found out that she is one of eight kids in her family. Yes! No joke! And she was raised on a dairy farm. The more I learned about this new figure in Davey’s life, the more I realized how good she was for him. It probably didn’t hurt that we also had a lot in common and we clicked instantly. Davey always felt like a brother to me and now I was gaining another sister.
At heart, Sheri is an old fashioned soul. I mean that in the most respectful and complementary way. She has a very tasteful flare for antiques and classic style, everything from her attire and embellishments, to her home decor, even to the way she holds herself. More importantly Sheri has a good heart and is sincere and kind and family oriented, obviously moral attributes instilled in her from her upbringing. She is a timeless classic, one I hope Davey treasures forever. Gals like that are hard to come by.
Now onto present day. The wedding weekend. My part of the celebration started on Thursday, when I flew in early to be greeted by Davey, his dad and his friend Bryant. We had the privilege of hanging out at the couple’s house and getting a personal tour of the newly acquired establishment. They have a great place!
During my visit I also had the honor of meeting one of Sheri’s sisters, Sarah. Just like Sheri, I clicked with Sarah.
Friday consisted of manicures and pedicures with all the ladies. That’s when it happened. That’s when I really got to know the Kerfeld women and instantly LOVED them! Throughout all the wedding activities, they treated me like another sister, one of the family. I met Debbie, another sister, Taylor a niece and beautiful little Ava, another niece, among the assortment of friends and family.
On a side note, I would need to dedicate an entire blog entry to just outlining the names of the Kerfeld clan, plus I would need a GPS to navigate through the family and not get lost among cousins, uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers. That’s why I’ll stick to naming just a few.
After a night of dancing and celebrating I found myself welcomed into another family. My Minnesota family or how they say it, Minnesot – eh.
On another side note, there is a real life place called St. Olaf. Anyone who watched the Golden Girls knows, Rose Nylund was from St. Olaf and often told stories of her hometown.
On another side side note, Davey knew my infatuation with the Golden Girls and St. Olaf. When he moved out to Minnesota, he and Sheri bought me rosary beads from St. Olaf Catholic Church. Totally made my day!
Davey and Sheri, I am so very happy for you both. May God bless you guys in everything you do. I look forward to getting to know you two as a married couple.