Sarah & Greg
Wedding Party
Kendra
Maid of Honor
Sarah and I met in the alto section of the Tanglewood Festival Chorus, and became fast friends from the start. From being Bed Buddies during Tanglewood residencies, to hyping each other up for MICCA performances, to slaying the conference clinician game together, Sarah is the best partner in crime a gal could ask for. I could go on about Sarah and Greg, but I'm saving my material for the reception speech :) I am so honored (ha ha) to be standing by Sarah's side as she marries her person!
Alyssa
Bridesmaid
Sarah and I met quite a long time ago. You might even say they were each other’s first friends. I suppose it is quite easy to become companions when you share a hometown… a bunk bed, and also both of your parents with one another. As one of Sarah’s two little sisters, I’m so happy to be joining her bridal party and even more thrilled to be gaining my first brother.
Hannah
Bridesmaid
Sarah has been my built-in best friend since day one. From sharing baby blankets to sharing cocktails, she has always been one of my biggest supporters and I am overjoyed to be one of her bridesmaids. Our family is not only thankful for the love and happiness Sarah and Greg share, but I FINALLY GET A BROTHER! Cheers to the happy couple and the to best wedding of 2024!👰🏼♀️
Matthew
Bridesman
Sarah and I met one evening with a group of friends after a Holiday Pops rehearsal. Realizing that we both taught music with similar career aspirations, we decided to split a sharable Moscow Mule, and shared in each other’s struggle the next day. It was that moment that we both became very good friends. Since then, history was made with the both of us encouraging and supporting each other through the next chapter of our lives. Sarah is an amazing person, and I cannot wait to celebrate her and Greg on their day! Get ready everyone! There is a reason why Sarah has honored me to be a part of her bridal party… 🍾
Jesse
Best Man
In the hallowed halls of the University of New Hampshire, Jesse and Greg's friendship sprouted, a seed planted in academia's fertile soil. Bonded by shared ambitions and late-night study sessions, they discovered camaraderie in the pursuit of knowledge. Laughter echoed in library corners, and coffee-fueled debates filled their days. Through triumphs and tribulations, their friendship deepened, weathering the storms of exams and celebrating victories in cramped dorm rooms. As the calendar pages turned, the roots of their connection grew stronger, anchoring them in a friendship that endured beyond the campus, an enduring testament to the enduring bonds forged in the crucible of higher learning.
Geoff
Groomsman
In '92, Geoff and Greg met, Not just friends, a bond firmly set. Through thick and through thin, Their kinship did begin, Siblings born, a lifelong duet.
Jim
Groomsman
When I got a call from Greg in the Fall of 2017, he was almost half-joking when he asked if I might be interested in moving to Braintree with him. And I was almost half-surprised when my answer was, “Uhh… yes?” It turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life. All the way back to when we first met during our Freshman year in the Music Ed program at UNH, I felt a kindred spirit with Greg, and I always looked up to him and admired his natural talent. So now, the fact that I’ve gotten to share in creating music with him for the past several years has been rewarding beyond measure. When Greg met Sarah, it felt inevitable that they would end up getting married. They are each others’ equals (equally nerdy and equally talented) but they also make the other more passionate and driven each day. I can’t wait to celebrate the start of their life together.
Chris
Groomsman
“ChatGPT, write a 200 word story in the style of Shakespeare about how Chris and Greg met in Hanson 30 years ago.” In fair Hanson, Massachusetts, where we lay our scene, two souls entwined in destiny's decree. 'Twas thirty years hence when Christopher, a nobleman of humble mien, crossed paths with Gregory, a sturdy artisan in the bustling marketplace. The sun, in its radiant glory, cast its golden beams upon the fateful encounter. Chris, bedecked in garments of modest weave, sought respite from the tumultuous streets, and there, beneath an ancient oak, he spied Greg, hammer in hand, toiling at his craft. A kinship formed in that shaded refuge, their hearts attuned to the same quiet melody. With words befitting the Bard's quill, they exchanged tales of joys and sorrows, laughter echoing amidst the rustling leaves. A friendship bloomed, its roots digging deep into the soil of camaraderie. Through seasons of plenty and scarcity, Chris and Greg, like loyal comrades, faced life's tempests side by side. And as the years wove their tapestry, the bond betwixt them strengthened, an unbreakable thread in the intricate fabric of time. Verily, their tale unfolded with the grace of a Shakespearean sonnet, a testament to enduring friendship that, like the timeless verses of the bard, resonates through the ages.