It's about time we followed-up with you on that one day. Specifically, the "I do" part of that October Sunday. Is it weird that we got hitched on a Sunday instead of a Friday or Saturday? Probably. But when your favorite venue is booked every Saturday from August - October, you compromise. Don't worry. We aren't going to go JK Rowling on you and make this an 7-part series. We'll go the Suzanne Collins route and keep it to 3. As with all of our wedding photos, props to Jer Nelsen for being awesome!
It may appear as if my bridesmaids were building a fort, or were off to a pre-wedding picnic. But in reality, I was wrapped up in there. Hooray for gigantic quilts and best friends who transport a bride from motor home to barn, unseen and unscathed. Traditional, right?
Sidenote: my sister MADE that quilt as a wedding present! It's up there with the best presents I've ever received, ranking with my Loonette the Clown doll.
Swapping love notes before vows. It's the Pinterest thing to do.
This was a surreal moment. After all the planning and preparation, things were getting real. Side note: I am a very ugly crier.
Had I known our photographer was going to zoom in on my neck, I would not have such an uneasy look on my face. Props to our photographer, Jer Nelsen, for making an awkward Hoosier look somewhat classy.
Daisies are my favorite, and so is that flick. Meg Ryan & Tom Hanks & New York in the fall can't be beat.
If you think that navy blue hankie was chosen to go with our rustic barn theme, you're only half-right. It belonged to my farmer grandpa. You'd never catch him without one in his back pocket. And since he couldn't be there to wipe my tears, I think he'd be okay with me carrying it.
... and I think he'd be glad I saved a seat for him and his sweetheart.
God knew what he was doing when he put together this family of four. Of course, He always knows what He's doing. I'm just thankful He picked me to be Pop's "Magpie," Momma's "Ladybug," and Mal's "Sissy."
Cracking jokes with my mom before the ceremony. Thanks, mom, for calming my nerves. She also happened to be 100% ready for this picture. How did she even find the camera?
Momma was stunning.
Also, THIS LIGHTING! Just seeing that harvest twilight glow makes me taste apple pie and smell pumpkin candles and hear crunching leaves and feel free - feel incandescently happy.
It's so hard to be three at a wedding. But this little stud did such a great job.
Moreover, it's so hard to be one-and-a-half at a wedding. But throwing crunchy leaves helps.
And when you're one-and-a-half, throwing baskets is just as fun.
Stand up, y'all!
If it weren't for the arm of my Pops, I'd surely have tumbled down that hill, Humpty Dumpty style.
By golly, they're right. The groom's face is the best part.
I look GOOD. Which surprising, considering my insides were on fire with a combination of butterflies, excitement, and indigestion.
Oh, hey there, crying face. You aren't very cute.
This, right here, is everything I dreamed of. I love each of those people sitting in those 182 white chairs. And those people standing next to us. And that dude holding my hand.
I had this grand idea of how I wanted to eloquently convey my love for Maggie. I even wrote it down on that paper, shaking in my left hand. But I looked at her and ended up stammering. She's so darn cute when she cries.
Finally built a dam to block the tears. (For the moment.)
Kissing pictures feel so personal, so I've never been a fan. But this kiss is kind of important.
Feel free to cover your eyes.
(That's literally what we're saying in this picture.)
Hands-down, the giddiest series of pictures we've ever taken...
Disclaimer: crazy face is thanks to my crazy teammates. I was so happy to see them. And, I just got married.
So. Much. Smiling.
This is not a line for food. It's a tunnel for leaf-launching.
The stunning ladies.
The studly gents.
And so begins the leaf frenzy.
A picture of regret. No, not the marriage. Regret in choosing leaves over bubbles.
We made it out alive, and were able to take a few moments to breathe before rejoining our guests for the rest of the shindig.
My thoughts at this time:
"My cheeks hurt."
While our cheeks hurt and smiles were looking more and more forced, we couldn't help but do it anyway.
Stress = lifted
Joy = abundant
Love = overflowing
One more wedding post to go. Here's a teaser for That One Day: Part 3:
1.) It includes pie.
2.) It does not include the Chicken Dance (gross).
3.) It's the best part.