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.
- Kyle & Maggie
(gent & the journaler)
Remember that one day?
We sure do. It was the middle of October (the best Indiana month, if you ask us). And while you (whoever you are) may not have joined us at the big red barn, where we cried and vowed and laughed and ate pie, we wanted to give you a peek into our wedding day with this inaugural blog post.
Photo credit goes to Jer Nelsen. Talent like his is a rarity; he flawlessly captures feelings and truth above posed "perfection." Until seeing these images, "that one day" felt like a distant memory - one you can't remember in great detail, but recall glimpses with fondness.
When they say your wedding day will be a blur, they're right.
We can't share the entire day in one post. That would be far too much scrolling for your poor fingers. So, we'll start from the beginning - the pre-I-do primping - and see how far we get. After all, we're calling this post "Part 1" for a reason. :)
For my girls and me, that fall day began in my hometown beauty shop. Clad in flannel, we ate cinnamon rolls and sipped coffee while hair irons danced, methodically twirling.
Perfect morning, if you ask me.
As for the boys, we had some work to do.
An early morning of setting up chairs and organizing tables was followed by sandwiches and Capri Suns at the Beutler residence. Jokes were shared as I took final recommendations for reception songs, with the suggestions ranging from "mildly inappropriate" to "I think I could still get grounded for listening to this." After a few laughs (and a nervous dry heave or two from yours truly), we put on our suits, slipped on our fancy socks, and I relearned how to tie a tie.
I wish I could wear this dress again. And again, and again.
My sweet big sis gave me special perfume for that day. Now, every time I smell Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue, I'm a bride again.
Scent: such a powerful memory trigger.
Doing my hair has never been one of my strengths, and this moment captures how uneasy I felt knowing I had to gel my own hair for once. My exact thought at the time of this picture was, I just want my hair to look like Leonardo Dicaprio's. I think I overshot it.
See that pretty wooden box? It's a "Wedding Box," a traditional bridal gift in colonial times. Grooms would craft them for their intended to be used as a trousseau box, storing keepsakes. This is where I kept my vows, my great grandma's clutch, earrings, perfume, and garter. It was an engagement gift straight from Colonial Williamsburg, VA, given by my great aunt and uncle.
I love thoughtful details.
Something new: the earrings I'm putting on (see them more clearly below).
My last moments before heading to the venue. The only thing I remember is how incredibly nervous I was. I just hoped everything would go smoothly and I wouldn't cry. Only one of those hopes was realized; everything went smoothly.
It was an emotional day for all, but no one more than my Momma.
While I wasn't the first chick to leave the nest, I am the last.
Such a lovely nest, after all.
Something old: pearls.
My sister wore them on her wedding day, as did my grandma.
Grandma didn't make it to our wedding. Just two months before, I kissed her cheek and said goodbye to her for the very last time.
And, you see, that's another bittersweet thing about weddings. As you address invitations and comb through RSVPs, you're reminded of all the people you love, both those you'll see on your wedding day, and those you'll long to see.
Oh, grandma. I wish you could have helped me clasp your pearls.
Something borrowed: veil.
But I didn't borrow it long. Right before the ceremony, as I paced about in the motor home (very short paces), I decided it just wasn't me. So, I ditched it. Because on your day, you can do what you want.
Something blue: shoes.
These vintage-looking Anthropologie peep-toe wedges were the BEST choice. I broke them in the night before, giddily dancing around the house, but I really didn't need to. Their leather sole wore comfortably, and I didn't experience any blisters or stuck-in-the-grass stiletto catastrophes.
Attempt #16 of trying to tie my tie. I know how to do the basic "job interview" knot, but there was a suggestion we go for something a bit more formal and I was razzled. Also, I have more chins than Buddha.
If there ever were a picture to describe why I married Maggie, this might be it.
And then, it was time for my Pops to see his little girl.
The door opened, and I went from bride to baby in a matter of seconds.
And I don't care who knows it.
In that moment - that daddy-daughter hug - I remembered every scraped knee he wiped clean, every "mowing lesson" he gave, every late night he spent in the barn with my sister and me, every butterfly kiss, every volleyball game he traveled to, every tear he wiped with his ever-present, back-pocket hankie.
And my heart nearly burst. How did we get here, again?
The tears didn't last long once I saw my gals.
They have a way of making life feel lighter.
What beautiful friends I have! From left to right:
Jessica: Friends since kindergarten & recess & macaroni art play dates.
Claire: Friends since seventh grade & volleyball & bangs/braces.
Julie: Cousins since birth, friends since high school computer class & tennis & Hacienda.
Mallory: Sisters since birth, best friends since birth & broken arms & fairy dust.
Megan: Friends since second grade & roller blades & American Girl dolls.
From left to right: Cory, Colin, Chris, Handsome Devil, Patrick, Alex.
What a great group of guys. I feel like we either look like something out of a J. Crew advertisement, or the Board of Directors of a lapel manufacturing company.
This picture is supposed to represent how we laugh. Lesson is: never tell Colin a joke.
Annnnnnnd I threw in a group pic for kicks, not chronology. Don't worry, folks - this was taken after the ceremony. (A groom should never behold his bride before nuptials!) While I hate to be cliché with a wedding jumping picture, this one is too marvelous to withhold.
More pictures soon to come. Because "that one day" was too wonderful to condense.
And, because every good blog post needs a cliffhanger.
- Kyle & Maggie
(gent and the journaler)
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