It's still fresh and we are basking in the sweetness of a very happy event that took place on Saturday.
Plan B took place, as rain was forecast, but we all had the audacity of planning the event sans rain.
The sunset timed vows, the woodland path through the thicket, the big-sky setting, and a relaxed and open reception was not to be.
Instead there was a pearlesque quality to the air. The bride glowed. The flowers were dew dropped and the rain hugged us all together under our canopies and umbrellas.
Yes, we got soaked, but it didn't blow, and it wasn't uncomfortably cold.
It was beautiful. It was happy. It was magnificent in its own simplicity.
The wedding cake and cupcakes were darling, the flowers (procured at the farmer's market that morning) were stunning. The bridesmaids, carrying lanterns, were sweet and smiling. The cello processional and recessional added the right touch. The pastor said exactly the right things. The assorted tents covering the tables became cozy rooms to visit during the reception. A white horse made an appearance next to the ceremony location. (No, that wasn't planned!)
It was wonderful to have such a collection of our nearest and dearest.
The bride and the groom were speechlessly happy. She beamed, he had that satisfied contented look.
I've never seen so many friends and relatives collectively buzz around so efficiently! Things happened almost magically.
It all came together, and it is now a precious memory. Laugh with me.
Plan B took place, as rain was forecast, but we all had the audacity of planning the event sans rain.
The sunset timed vows, the woodland path through the thicket, the big-sky setting, and a relaxed and open reception was not to be.
Instead there was a pearlesque quality to the air. The bride glowed. The flowers were dew dropped and the rain hugged us all together under our canopies and umbrellas.
Yes, we got soaked, but it didn't blow, and it wasn't uncomfortably cold.
It was beautiful. It was happy. It was magnificent in its own simplicity.
The wedding cake and cupcakes were darling, the flowers (procured at the farmer's market that morning) were stunning. The bridesmaids, carrying lanterns, were sweet and smiling. The cello processional and recessional added the right touch. The pastor said exactly the right things. The assorted tents covering the tables became cozy rooms to visit during the reception. A white horse made an appearance next to the ceremony location. (No, that wasn't planned!)
It was wonderful to have such a collection of our nearest and dearest.
The bride and the groom were speechlessly happy. She beamed, he had that satisfied contented look.
I've never seen so many friends and relatives collectively buzz around so efficiently! Things happened almost magically.
It all came together, and it is now a precious memory. Laugh with me.
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