A love story, told through beer, now on our wall

The day Jenna and I met, we drank 50.

When we flew to the other side of the world to get married, we drank Steigl.

And when we got back, we drank PBR with our friends and family in her parents’ backyard.

I’m thankful that Dave Murray makes prints, that Tom visited us so they’d catch our eye on the wall in Telegramme, and that Rae lent me her drill. And, of course, thankful I have Jenna.