Can I tell you what’s inspiring?

(Sure, Hutton House might seem like the obvious pick, although that’s not what I’m thinking here.)

I’d just like to state for the record that before 2020 necessitated the shifting of wedding plans, I’ve always been a firm believer in the power of a backyard wedding. Shelby + Kyle’s wedding on one perrrrfectly glorious October Saturday only furthers that feeling.

I just went and counted so you don’t have to—
A whopping 24 hugs are contained within this blog post of Tristan + Courtney’s wedding day.
And if that doesn’t give you a good indication about the kind of sweetness herein, I dunno what will.

They said it wasn’t about the details, but the people.
They said it wasn’t about the formals, but the candids.
And I knew this was gonna be my kind of wedding.

Here’s the thing that struck about Mathias + Michelle as we were gathered round a table of beverages, weeks before the big day:

Lemme tell ya, guys: there’s just no wrong way to have a wedding. (As if Lindsay + Michael’s day coulda been anything but wholly wonderful.)

To me, asking people what they do for work has always seemed so flimsy. (Hello, fellow INTJs!) Especially when there are more important things to get to the bottom of, like if you could go anywhere in the world where would you go? (Side note: real excited to see honeymoon snaps from St. Lucia from these two.) Ordinarily I wouldn’t ask or retell that kind of thing…

“No one is going to believe that this is a real wedding,” I told her as she stood in front of the mirror, minutes before the ceremony. She laughed in response, make-up brush in hand. (Look for it in the scrolling below; it was ridiculously adorable.)

I’ve never felt so nervous to hit publish on a blog.
Not because I’m worried about the quality of the work, but rather the opposite, in a strange twist of feeling.
I connected to this wedding so well, that it also feels as if a piece of me is on display.

It seemed pretty obvious to me that the Haley/Tschann shindig would go off without a hitch.

Can I tell you something? My jokes suck. I don't pretend to be a comedienne. I’ve only got one Laffy Taffy gem in the back pocket about dentists, and find funny-on-command to be an elusive chimera. 

But it’s important that you know that going into Damian and Ellen’s wedding day blog…

Fifty-seven days, ladies and gentleman.
With a ring they designed together, he popped the question...