I’m totally that girl. That one that used to write in her journal every time she’d think of a beautiful idea for the day that she would marry her prince charming. No, I didn’t go back through all of my adolescent memoirs just to plan my wedding, but I did know exactly what I wanted. Dating and being engaged to a man with 27+ cousins and just as many friends, I’ve been to my fair share of weddings. Collecting tips, helpful hints, and even some ideas of what not to do. So the moment my sweet husband got down on one knee on our riverfront pier to propose, I knew what direction I wanted to take.
Elegant. Classic. Fairytale.
But it’s not all about me, there was another person in the equation too and he just happens to be one of the most non-superficial and outdoorsy men I’ve ever met. So we thought about it, and what was really important to us, and there is was. Family. It was to be a Classic-Fairytale wedding with small rustic touches all laced with our family ties.
The black suits with simple aubergine ties for the groomsmen, black for the groom and grey for the fathers was the simplistic elegance that the grooms crew called for; A crew of men who would rather be decked out in camouflage. The women of the bridal party certainly didn’t disappoint either in their calf-length aubergine dresses with a slight sweetheart neckline and large black sash at the waist, they each looked absolutely stunning. Of course you also had my doll-esqe sister who looks good in just about anything you put on her, also in an aubergine dress but with a black lace overlay. My mother, as well as mother-in-law were just as stunning, each in a different shade of jewel tone blues.
Clearly I was in love with our colors and outfits. I just can’t help it, everyone looked so beautiful and elegant. The Church was full of 250 of our closest friends and family and to be honest, I only really ‘saw’ a few as my dad and I somewhat calmly made our way down the aisle. My excitement and energy was focused on the handsome man standing at the end of the long aisle. Our carefully selected readings and gospel were recited and we were well on our way to being a married couple. The priest gave us our blessings, and announced us to the crowd as the new Mr. & Mrs. Adrian Hill!
Climbing onto the sleek limo-bus, we headed to the reception and caught the most beautiful sunset this summer. Did I mention there had been 100 degree days the entire week leading up to the wedding, but that Saturday it was a perfect 75 and sunny? Yes, God was certainly smiling on us…Despite a small microphone malfunction, we were announced into the reception complete with DIY décor such as multiple oyster shells painted with glitter and a matching candles on each table, favors with black and white photos taken by yours truly and a small pewter deer mounted on a lovely little marble, and unique centerpieces made from locally grown flowers from an Amish friends farm and put together by my friends and Bubba’s aunts. The first dance is played, photo’s are taken and dinner is served. By this time the sun has set and our hundreds of candles and specially placed white lights are casting an elegant glow across the ground. Another special touch that I will never forget was the father/daughter dance to My Girl, sung by our DJ Joe Webb and the mother/son don, Simple Man, sung by our close friend Adam Lyon. And this wasn’t a cheap karaoke show either, they thoroughly brought the house down.
We danced, we ate cake and we socialized with as many guests as possible. It was everything I imagined it would be and more. The wedding I always dreamt of had come true and I was married to the man of my dreams. As the night ended we tossed the bouquet off the balcony of The Old Breton Inn and the rest is history.
Thanks for letting me relive our own little piece of perfection…pictures to come soon!!
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