It was a wonderful day! It was everything Katie could have asked for! She made for a gorgeous bride. The day started out with a ceremony taking place at St. Vincent DePaul Church in Chicago. It was genuine and reflected their personalities. I'll never forget watching the grooms face be overcome by tears as his beautiful bride, the one he waited all his life for, walked towards him. I teared up of course.
Their reception was also beautiful! I loved their cake topper which was made up of two baseball players - a boy and a girl. Each in their respective Cubs and Sox hat, representing Katie (Sox fan) and Jon (Cubs fan). They cut the cake to the song "Put my in Coach!" Too cute!
Katie is my best friend and I couldn't ask for anyone more wonderful then her new husband Jon! I toasted them right before dinner started, and incorporated their love for lists and verses from 1 Corinithians.
Also, the Boy was able to join me for this wedding and we had so much fun dancing! He even wore a bowtie to match my perrywinkle dress! I can't wait to get more pictures back! All of my girlfriends loved him, and stood around him, listening to his wonderful accent and being tickled by his humor! It was a special moment for me to share, as they noticed why we work so well together, and of course his love for music! It was fun to share this part of my life with him!
Take aways from Katie's wedding: - Make it personal: vintage photos of the couples parents, and grandparents wedding days on entrance table, cake topper, and lifestyle photography.
- Too big for me. It fit Katie, but good to know I would like something smaller and a bit less formal. I'm more of a flowers in my hair gal. And set in nature.
- Always carry safety pins, bobby pins, alchohol swabs and a tide pen!
- The day will go by so quickly, so enjoy every minute of it!
- And last but not least, don't make the wedding bigger then the marriage!
This morning when I checked my email and was sipping on a cup of tea, I saw an email from Coco+kelley , she had made a comment on my blog. As we all well know, Coco+Kelley is an amazing blog. Lots of inspiration on there.
When I opened the comment to post it to my blog she had told me that I had won something! What, I thought to myself, this never happens! But I did! Apparently a few weeks ago I had entered a little giveaway on her blog for this Tusk Mini Purse. She said the first winner never came forward, and then I was the person chosen next! Yay!
This is very fitting, as I never purchase my own purses. I always get them as gifts, usually from Mom. And I'm pretty sure it was time for a new little number. To make this a bit more fun, feel free to guess the color!
I'll post a little review(I'm sure a raving one) when the little bag comes in the mail.
CupofJoe - who is so fun to read posted a few photos from a wedding. I think I love it. So classic. So fun. It is so simple, from the string of pearls, casual hair, flowers, and cute little sandals. I feel giddy just looking at them! Seriously its so beautiful.
I fell asleep in a heep of mud outside my new home. I awoke with strands of red woven throughout my hair and the sky bulged with blue. The earth held me in both of her hands. Warm, safe, and wet.
When I picked myself up off the ground I discovered the image I had left while I had slept. It was petite, but deep enough to leave a mark. My fingers stretched out in the casting, looking less like tiny stumps and more like ballerina legs.
It rained down hard, washing the red clay from my legs. The dirt beneath my fingertips still remained, like new caulking to hold my joints together. The horizon was clean, filled with the scent of peonies.
And since no one was around, I began to dance. Right there. My skirt billowing out before me, twirling, whirling, every which way. Rain, like a sprinkler, giddily coming off of my hair and wrists. Like waves, I moved. Freely. The raindrops tracing my every step. Echoes of movements passed, like the applause at the end of the song.
I still feel the dirt in my fingertips, the red clay holding the pitter patter of my dancing toes.
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, \'I wait.'
~ Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) Maud (l. 164-168).
I love spring and I love a good poem that reaches with its hands outstretched to the deeper edges of the heart and holds tight with the softest of touch. These poets knew the true vigor of love.