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Ken + Allie | Dulaneys Overlook Wedding Frederick MD

"It felt very good to have him walking beside her."
Marilynne Robinson

"I feel like we are rather un-quirky. Like, so much so that when we first met, I literally thought 'I feel like heโ€™s the one, but heโ€™s so much like me. Can that work?'  We are both pretty independent people, and we would both say we are introverts." I loved reading these lines when Allison sent over the questionnaire part of the contract. Finding a real "match" not just a complement is special.

Allison's mom, Tracy, was my mom's best friend. They met while they were pregnant with their first children, born about a month apart. Sam in July, me in August. A large hunk of my childhood memories include riddles with Mr. Branchaw, losing at Battleship, playing Sardines and man-hunt in the neighborhood of Waring Station, hearing stories about secret Polish family recipes, getting another pretzel out of the giant pretzel bins, and being blissfully happy (and occasionally sneaky) with the Branchaw family. Once I asked my mom if she had any life advice for me and she said to find a friend like Tracy. "She's put up with a lot from me, and I've had to bite my tongue with her, but more than anything she has been loyal and with me. I know Tracy has my back. I can laugh with her, cry with her, tell her the truth, be told the truth by her, and we usually laugh again. You need friends like this to get through life." Tracy wasn't just this way to my mom... she's been "this friend" to dozens if not hundreds.

Tracy brought us dinner a few nights after Summer was born. It meant very much seeing as mom wasn't there to share this part of my life with me. Tracy showed up; was with me. I remember bringing her dinner with my mom when her babies were born. I also remember how she was on-call to have the Snyder kids when my mom was in labor. 

The wedding of these two similar, introverted, Maine-loving lovers was of gold; the finest quality of sweet joy. Tracy, and John, have spent their lives being faithfully, consistently, and eagerly "there" for their kids, friends, family (and "new friends," too!). Almost all the vendors at the wedding were family friends. The ones who weren't felt like it. Resplendent joy. Decades of friendships coming together to lavish on a pair who would never ask for all this attention. A teary-eyed daddy (who home-brewed all the beer for the wedding) and couldn't have been more proud of his daughter and new husband. Chatter creating an energy throughout the venue. Sniffles and dabs during toasts, uproarious laughter during the jokes, and a packed dance floor all night.

It doesn't get much better than nights like these.

It doesn't get much better than love like this. 

Ken wrote of Allie "She is a dream come true." Thank you for welcoming me into your dream for a few hours. I was filled with "the good stuff" by being able to simply observe the kindness and loyalty stretching back in history and launching into the future that your wedding day was.

You two have "a special something," bigger than yourselves and given to you for your joy. I hope that as the seasons of life bring what they may you'll never forget and always hold close the "not of this earth" happiness you've shared together! Thank you for having me there, it was a gift to me!

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(All these people. They probably don't know it to the extent that it's true... but if you're a part of the Branchaws, I'd go down for you. You all mean quite a lot to me.)

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Congratulations! What a perfect day, in every sense of the word!

Ps. Speaking of loyal... a HUGE shout-out to my friend, Ally, who came from California to shoot this wedding with me. Ally has made herself available for not just major moments of my life (like coming across the country alone for our wedding even though she didn't know anyone except me and helping host/decorate my little baby shower for Summer) but also taking on the major-parts of my friends' and my family's lives. She's photographed the other two Morris weddings with me, as well as a number of Morris engagement/baby shoots. She traveled to my best friend's wedding in Minnesota with me, helped pull off my friends' proposals (plural!), and sends sweet packages to us and even my friends' little kids in the mail. Heck, this year she HANDMADE FOUR MICKEY MOUSE STOCKINGS FOR US! Thank you for going out of your way to love on me, and anyone I love. So many of the best pictures of this wedding you took. One more "enormous life gift" you've given someone. Grateful for you, friend!

Five Years of Winkfields | Personal

"they can't understand the magic of your wonderland."
the fox + the hound

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They were apartment neighbors, he saw her coming home from work, he tripped down the stairs , she laughed, they met, and when they got engaged they booked me for their wedding.  Ashley and Kyle started as perfect strangers...
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... and somehow in the weird merge lanes of life, we became friends -- and I have been able to document some of the most significant experiences of their lives.  When I moved into my first apartment, they invited themselves over for dinner, arrived with gifts, sat on my tiny wobbly chairs, and made me feel like I lived in a palace.  Before I even started dating Caleb, they wanted to meet him.  We had lunch at Chipotle with their new puppy in Kyle's sweatshirt pocket.  They were at my wedding as friends.  And a couple of months later Ashley texted me: "We're having a baby! In June!" and I answered her back: "WHAT! Congratulations! (We're having a baby, too!  Also in June!") She responded back: "WHAT! Congratulations!"  So we were pregnant together, went stroller shopping together, ate Nando's chicken with our feet on the booth together.  We both knew we were having daughters.  We both were wrong.  Their son was due on June 7th, mine was due on June 6.  Their son was born on June 7th (ON HIS DUE DATE. Who does that?), mine was... late.  I photographed Jack entering this and their world.  They came to meet Rowdy at the hospital.  We had the best baby boys together.  When my mama was becoming more ill, they came over with more food (like cilantro-chicken soup and cornbread.)  When my mama passed away, they were at her memorial service.  When she found out I had miscarried Ryan, she sent me this text (she miscarried twice before Jack): "As painful as the loss is, you will now see a slight difference between yourself and other women who haven't lost.  They don't love their children any less; there's just a difference.  It's slight, but it's there.  Your next pregnancy will be different, and your subsequent doctor's appointments will be more apprehensive.  But.  It makes the healthy heartbeat more miraculous.   It makes each uncomfortable kick and wave of nausea that much more 'welcome.'  It makes each 'good appointment' that much more exhilarating. It makes things like 3.5 months of bed-rest *slightly*  more manageable.  It also makes your cry more sporadically over things you wouldn't normally cry over.  It makes you more.  And it makes your relationship with your husband more.  It makes your family more.  It makes those earthly babies more.  It makes life more."  This mother's day Ashley gave me a hand-painted Polish mug (it looks like something my mama would have bought.)  On Jack's first birthday, we were there to eat ribs and mac-and-cheese (and apparently duck...!) and celebrate life.  One more year of life, one more photoshoot, one more day, one more cake, one more laugh, one more time.

Though I'm particularly blessed with close friends, I'm so glad God let me have a few more.

(ps. Ashley: you're up! This world needs another caramel-pudge-cheesecake-child rawr-ing at the shower.  Plus, how cute would Jack look holding his little baby sibling? ;) 



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Natasha + David | 4 Year Anniversary Shoot

so kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you'll wait for me

john denver - i'm leaving on a jet plane
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He was leaving.  When he returned he'd be leaving again.  Going and waiting and coming, for months and years of his life.   But his commitment to the United States Military, waged war with his commitment to his Natasha.  She knew he had to go, and loved to be his wherever he was.  Semper Fidelis! On a stony February day, they promised the grandest promise: to never leave you or forsake you, until God by death shall separate us.   Their simple ceremony in a local park, with their mothers as witnesses, was an act of longing, adoration, support and love.  Within hours, David was leaving.  But not forsaking, not "leaving."  His body would be away, but his heart was always with her.  She sent him off, with her love leading him home.Photobucket
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Over their four year marriage, they've care-packaged, surprise-visited, texted, messaged, wrote, missed, cried, become extra creative, dreamed, reenforced and remained.  In 2010 they were able to fit in a candy, colored, cheerful "wedding" ceremony and reception.  Their friends and family smiled, and the sun made the day oh-so bright.  Before long, he was gone again.  But they worked to keep their love and hearts young, smiling and, yes, bright!
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And here there are, with resilient affection and grateful closeness.  David is officially a civilian.  They celebrated their anniversary together.  They painted ceramics, side by side.  (Hilarious ceramics at that: a garden gnome and Harry Potter coffee mug.  Cute nerd alert!)  You can see it in their eyes.
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The last four years have been beautifully long, and worth the sacrifices.  They are still, and calm.  Resting and united.  Still full of candyland spunk, with a seal of faithfulness and maturity.
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Happy Four Years.  I'm thrilled you are in person, under the same roof, celebrating together.  Well done, both of you.  Soak this up.

Our Wedding Day | Mr. + Mrs. Morris

"...he'll never let you down. 
that boy's got a heart the size of kentucky, and he loves you.
that's important. take it from someone who knows."
n.s.
Ever since I was a young child, I've loved stories.  The avenue from which I get the story has changed over the years.  I'll go through phases of being a bookworm, a movie junkie, a social bird, a blog slave, a newspaper or comic strip heroine or even imagining and writing my own stories.   As long as I've been able to talk, I've begged my mom to tell me everything about her past.  How was her room decorated?  Who were her friends?  What did she get for Christmas?  What was her favorite meal her made?  Where did she go on vacations?  Why did she go to nursing school?  Who was her first kiss?  What was the most embarrassing situation you found yourself in?  How did dad propose to you?  Again, mom, tell me again.   Read it to me again, mom.  Can I watch it one more time? "Are you sure you want to watch Cinderella again?" Yes.  Cinderella, Cinderella, in the sweetest story ever told.
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I never understood the concern "they" had with allowing little girls to watch princess fairy-tales, play with Barbies and enjoy romantic, lovey make believe.  Maybe I'm royally messed up and don't realize it, but fairy tales never gave me a false understanding of bravery, love and life.  They enthralled me.  They made my heart fill up and warm, like apple cider.  I remember wearing my little plastic high-heels, prancing around in a stiff blue dressing, with a ripped wedding veil headband and wagon full of stuffed animals and acting out Cinderella as I watched it.  The stories, the characters and the triumph over evil got me every time.  Even when I was four.   The story brought so much joy to my heart, and it made my mind buzz.  

My enchantment with life has had some significant, um, deepening over the years.  But I've never stopped believing that life was meant to be good, joyous and sweet... even if your life is one where those dearest to you have died, your family abuses and humiliates you, and you have not a single human friend to confide in.   You can remain filled with hope, ever gentle and kind.

And you know what?  There are Prince Charmings.  Through patience, heartache and true loveliness, you really can fall in love, and commit to love someone.  There are men who are relentless - who treat you with grace, honor and will not give up on you.  And when it all seems hopeless, and like it will never work out well, a miracle happens.  And it all ends well, after all.  

I've mentioned my personal and family history with Disney and their stories, and you know that my handsome one pulled off the surprise of a lifetime in FantasyLand in front of the castle.  So what else could we possibly base our wedding off of, other than a real-life storybook fairy tale (which many told us only happens in the movies.)  What started with our first piece of inspiration (the opening credits to Cinderella) ended with the most meaningful, memorable, tender days of our lives.  

Caleb loved the idea right away.  He was the perfect wedding planning partner for me.  He had only two "big" requests: 1)  a chocolate cake with a castle and fireworks and 2) snowcone during cocktail hour.  Other than that, he told me to do whatever I wanted and tell him what I needed him to do.  If I needed help making a decision, he'd help me think through the options.  He jumped right aboard and basically said "I love all your ideas.  I'll help make them happen."  It's a good thing I married him!
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our make-shift inspiration board
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our make-shift flower inspiration board
Without further ado, our wedding day:
"Leave the sewing to the wom-EN! You go get some trim-MIN! And we'll make a lovely dress for Cinderelley!"
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This is a portion of a painting our dear friend Maureen Hartnett painted for us to display at our wedding and to keep forever.  She went above and beyond creating this Mary Blair/Original Disney inspired masterpiece.  I really fight back tears when I step back and look at it.
Real princesses wear gold.  Sparkling gold.
We had to stop doing make-up several times so I could distract my happy tears.  
Bridesmaids jewelry box!  
She painted daisies into the picture as a tribute to my mother (they are her favorite flower), and roses are to honor Caleb's mother (since they are her favorite flower!).  Incredible.
My grandparents wedding invitation (which is framed in our living room) and my grandmother's handkerchief.  My grandmother (Bacca) was at DisneyLand the week it opened, she had a Disney-themed basement for the grandchildren to enjoy and she was with me the first time (and many times after!) I visited DisneyLand.  She was the greatest women I've ever known, aside from her very own daughter, and I missed her dearly on my wedding day.  My grandfather, PaPa, was planning on being at the wedding but last minute he couldn't make the cross-country trip.  He died last week.  These little mementos are more precious than I could express. 
My $700 silk dress!  What started as a size 14 off the rack "eh" dress was transformed into my (and Caleb's) dream gown.  My fabulous friend and seamstress, Joyce, made fairy godmother magic happen.  It was perfect.
Joyce hand-sewed these beads onto the neckline.  Where did I get these beads?  We invested nearly $20 in six Wal-Mart necklaces.  I know, right?
My flowers were done by Jonalee of Simply Flowers.   There is nothing more impressive to me as a bride than to explain a vision and then see just how well that vision was understood.  Jonalee was nothing but professional, affordable and fantastic.  She created bouquets better and more "me" than I could even explain to her.  She outdid herself and I will be referring every bride I know to her.  
Oh. Ha. Random iPhone picture of the bridesmaids gifts!  They fit too well with the "whole wedding" that I couldn't leave this out ;)
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A dear friend nailed my hair, and another talented friend did my make-up.  My shoes were from TJ Maxx and my mom made my veil.  Oh, and my earrings were $9 from Charming Charlie's.  It was so fun figuring out how to make a "rich" look without actually spending very much.  
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If Disney was the "major" of our wedding, violins were the "minor."  If I could only hear one more sound for the rest of my life, I'd without a moments hesitation choose Caleb playing his violin. 
The plaid painting was made for me by the genius father-of-the-flowers, Seth.  We were inspired by his art when we chose the colors for the wedding.  And the little silhouettes are my dad's mothers, and they also hang in our living room!

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I loved how the bridesmaids looks came together.  I was adamant that I did NOT want them to look "like bridesmaids."  They all worked so hard finding gold sequins.  Right now gold sequins are actually  trendy, but six months ago it was SLIM pickings.   Also.  My sister and maid-of-honor could have come right off the red carpet, yes?
(I am so glad I did bright coral nails! It's my favorite.)
I actually have incredibly attractive friends.  (I picked them for their looks, obviously.)
Caleb's groomsmen selection tells so much about him.  I love it.  He has an age-range of 16-55, with a I've-known-him range of 25 years to 8 months.  Caleb is loyal to the bone, and cares for people of every personality type, age and "kind."  I love that about him.  And I love that all these brothers and men call him "friend."
Remember when Caleb said "Whatever you need me to do, I'll do!"?  His biggest and best honey-do our ceremony backdrop.  Made from old deck wood he saved from a job (thank you Bryant and Tiffany!), he spent days on this project.  First he drew a to-scale diagram which we scanned into photoshop.  From there we mix and dumped colors into the right rectangles.  We printed off our pictures and headed to Home Depot to match up all the paint.  Then Caleb cut and assembled four four-foot wide panels (which, when put side by side, is 16 feet wide.)  Next he chalk-lined the wood, primed with white paint, re-chalk-lined the wood, and then hand painted all the colors.  Have I ever mentioned that I love him?  The next big wow-factor of the ceremony were the wreaths my mom and Aunt Pam made out of pins, straw wreaths and leaves pulled off of two fake house-trees.  THANK YOU.
Every single color on these paintings was meticulously researched and chosen.  She used the flowers in my bouquet and googled those flowers and bought/mixed the exact colors those flowers bloom in.  All the animals come in pairs:  the birds, the goats, the bumble bees, the butterflies, the snails.  The garden is filled with weeds to represent the struggle and beauty of married life: it isn't always perfect, but love does defeat all.   Incredible.  Unreal.  Brilliant.  
As Caleb and I were discussing which children should be in the wedding, we struggled to pick just two or three.  So we chose 13 (and honestly could have had more.)  They made the wedding day.  All their excitement, bow-tied-cuteness, and emotions blessed our hearts.  Thank you, mothers, for doing the real hard work of having your little people in the wedding.  We just couldn't have had it any other way.
Aren't these SO impressive?!  Every leaf was hand-placed by my mom or Aunt Pam.  On all ten wreaths.  I'm so spoiled and loved.
We did "things" a little bit different with our schedule.  Since we had a Thursday wedding, and a very tight timeline with our venue, we decided to have cocktail hour before the ceremony.  When guests arrived they were greeted with live Morris violin beauty.  
Food and drinks were out and being served.  The specialty drink of the day was a homemade Cinderella Blonde Ale, made by our wicked cool family friends, The Branchaws.  Guests were encouraged to snack, mingle, take in the decor, and enjoy the entertainment.  
Oh, and Caleb got his snowcone! :) :) :) 
Our nod at Main Street USA in Disney Parks was our traveling singing quartet!  My childhood best friend, Sam (inside left) and I made a deal with each other in highschool:  I'd take pictures for him for free, and he'd sing at my wedding for free.  This year we both got to cash in on our word!  James, Julie's husband, and Kevin, Maureen the painter's husband and Lydia Jane's father, and a heaven-sent friend of Sam's made this troupe complete!  
Guests were also wow-ed with Bill Kerwood's mind-boggling and hilarious magic tricks!  I love how he works:  he gets the whole audience involved and roaring.  I could hear the squeals and laughter from the bridal suite.  
The table-card display was made by my mama.  Wooden dowels, ribbon and paper!  The moment I saw this idea, I knew it was what I wanted to do.  Once the table cards were pulled off, the ribbons remained as decoration.  Win-win!
I bought nearly 12 different fabrics from Spoonflower to make all the napkins for the wedding.  Except I didn't make them.  My mom and cousin, Ashley, did.  The week of the wedding Ashley sewed ALL the napkins and runners by herself.  Where do these people come from?!  And how did I get the honor of being related to them?!
The food was just as colorful as the rest of the wedding.  And man was it tasty!  
This instagram snap from Jamie is a great view of the ceremony setting.  Caleb made the simple wooden "door-way" and we found the gold curtains at Bed, Bath & Beyond.  It tied all my color-scheme ideas together so well.  
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Our programs were simple, but combining the powers of our invitation and "bridesmaids books."  I know it might seem silly, but putting the little cut-out picture on the back of the program totally made these for me!
Now Mary Blair starts to get quite personal ;)
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I haven't never felt that much feeling in my entire existence.  Those last few minutes are powerful.  I could see Caleb getting lined up and I really was just overcome.  Panting, pacing, "whooooo"-ing, trembling, shaking.  It's an out of body experience.  
Pixar clouds!
Hot smoking siblings.  The processional music was inspired by chick-flicks my dad and I watched together when I was a child.   My dad has always been a sucker for good one-liners and romances that will make you cry.  We've watched so many good movies together over the years, and he is not ashamed of this tender side at all.  The family members and wedding party walked down the aisle to was the Theme from Sabrina by John Williams.  We can quote Sabrina for an hour to each other.  But my favorite line has to be this narration: "Once upon a time...there was a very, very large mansion, almost a castle. And on this very large estate lived a small girl. And life was pleasant there and very, very simple. But, then one day, the girl grew up and went beyond the walls of the grounds and found the world."  Once I graduated highschool, my dad told me I needed my Sabrina moment; I needed to grow up and see the world.  Tears.
The flower girls (and ring bearers!) walked to Somewhere In Time Theme, by John Barry and Roger Williams.  The 1980's movie is a little slow, but it's the first real romance I had ever watched.  My mom was out of town, the rest of the kids were in bed, and dad and I had a special evening together.   I'll never forget it. 
These are my favorite lines from Somewhere In Time: "The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of, in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him if he were really here? 'Forgive me. I have never known this feeling. I have lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, I failed to recognise you? You, who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say. I cannot find the words. Except for these: I love you'. Such would I say to him if he were really here."
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The moment was perfect.  The music soared and right on cue dad and I emerged from the curtains.  I've heard it said dozens of times, but it was true: as soon as I saw Caleb, I was completely calm.  Just smooth, clear, still happiness.  All my butterfly-nerves and fast-breathing and racing-heart-beats evaporated into peaceful bliss.  And I only had eyes for him.
Still makes me cry.
Glassy, locked eyes.
After all my years of watching this moment happen, we were finally in it.  It was happening to us.  
(Too excited to pray.)
Our good pal Bill led us in worship to my favorite hymn, How Great Thou Art.  Funny story:  Back before Caleb and I were actually dating, on one of those long long phone calls, I dared Caleb to sing a song on the spot over the phone.  He said he would do it only if I yodeled first.  He was sure that would be the end of that discussion.  I turned on The Lonely Goatherd from Sound of Music, yodeled along to it while Caleb laughed in fear.  Once I was done, it was his turn to sing.  He sweetly sang "How Great Thou Art" to me.  Tears.  And. Ha.  We were too distracted to worship.
We also shared communion as part of our ceremony.  Katie, Anna and Lydia sang a joyful version of "Oh, How He Loves Us," the same song we listened to on the truck-ride where I realized Caleb liked me ;)
I loved saying our vows.  And I remember them very clearly.  One good friend told me to pray before the wedding that God would give me "special memory" of the day.  That He would help it not be a big blur, but that I would be able to reflect on and savor the little details of the day for years to come.  I am so grateful that this did come to pass - I remember the wedding, especially the ceremony, so vividly and clearly.  It was a holy moment. 
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Dad and Mama Bear.  And pretty fans.
I love this picture of the first kiss!  See Daniel on the right side with his hand in the air?  The groomsmen all let off air-horns when we kissed :) So great!
And just like after we the proposal, when I *instantly* felt engaged, I instantly felt married.  It felt different.  And better than ever. 
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Let me tell you something about a marriage ceremony:  it changes you.  The words you speak, the one you speak to, the depth and weight of why you are saying what you say:  it's truly life-altering.  It doesn't matter how many times you hear someone else say their vows, or how many times you re-read and practice your vows, when you are standing there, before God and man, looking straight into his eyes, a beautiful, heavenly wave comes over you.  The words literally feel heavy.  They ring coming out of your mouth.  And then hearing them said to you?  Experiencing in that moment the richness of the love God has for you through this man?  Realizing that before the earth was formed, God had decided to make us to be together.  That culture, geography, heartache and past would not keep us apart.  That every marriage that led up this very second was also planned by God.  Like the genealogy of Jesus, where nothing could stop the Son of God from being born according to prophesy in Bethlehem, that same God created a family tree, a lineage, a heritage for me and my husband to enter into.  And God did it.  All those sleepless nights, numb mornings, searing pangs of hurt, lonely weeks, bad decisions, and joyful desiring really were used for our good.  The boundary lines have fallen for us in pleasant places; they've been pleasant all along.  At times I wanted my gates to be in other fields, or at times that border seemed like the most painful, disruptive addition to my life.  And, yet, there I stood, hand in hand with my dearest friend, most-trustest companion, silliest lover, and greatest-joy.  God really did it. 
Behr and Caleb have a special bond.  Tears.
Other than Caleb and I, I think Selah-the-pink-bowed-flower-girl was the most excited person at our wedding.  Talk about sharing in our joy!
Man, we can't wait to have our own little crew.  Can I take 100 of these guys, please?  Love them all so dearly.  
Time for eeaaaat!
All of our best ones!

This is my favorite picture of the day :)  
If you've ever been on Storybook Canal in Disneyland, you can't help but fall in love with the miniature landscaping, plants and villages.  That ride is my second favorite Disney ride, and our tables will slightly inspired by the colorful, storybook ride.    There was not a single centerpiece, table setting or table that was exactly the same.  It took a lot of work, but I loved the final result.  So whimsical and fairy-tale!
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When I was 18 I nabbed about 20 pieces of milk glass for $30 at an estate sale.  Ever since I've been slowly adding to the collection.  Janet and Mom were the milk glass heroes before the wedding!  I have over 100 pieces now!  Too much!
We entered the reception to "Thank God I'm A Country Boy!"...
... and Caleb and Daniel (of Twins + Violins. Woo Rah!) whipped out their fiddles and started jamming. It was a blast.  Laughter, clapping, foot-stomping.  It was the perfect "Oklahoma" entrance, and so "my boy."
Our first dance was to "Tale as Old as Time" from Beauty and the Beast.  As soon as we started dancing thunder rolled, rain fell on the roof and a breeze sailed through the tent.  It was so romantic.
Aaaand the chocolate cake with castle and fireworks.  Thank you, Nurse Jess.  You made him the happiest man, which made me the happiest woman.  
These little tissue-paper covered mason jars were charming and wonderful.  Again, thank you mom and Aunt Pam! Thank you thank you!  The little details were so special to me.
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Line-dancing was some kind of old fashioned fun!
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My basketball team... I'll love you all until the day that I die.
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Our last dance was one of my favorite moments of the night.  Daniel played "So This Is Love" on his violin while the guests circled the dance floor.  Right away we turned and ran through the sparkler tunnel.  So dreamy.  
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And it was the sweetest day that was ever lived. 

Enjoy Weddings | Ben + Jaqueline | Stone Manor Country Club Wedding

"you should be kissed and often, 
and by someone who knows how."
rhett butler - gone with the wind 
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Today, as you begin reading through this story, I am going to ask one request: look at the faces.  I don't know if I've come home with so many fascinating faces in my pocket.  
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Much to the delight of boys and girls, and to the shock of old men and ladies, weather forecasters and certainly a creative bride, it snowed in October.  It didn't rain, which I suppose was a blessing! But quiet downtown Frederick was dressed in a slip of white, including the orange and red autumn leaves lining the roads.
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Down in the dark basement of an historic church, our bride dressed and arranged herself.  
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The schedule was thrown for a loop: the light was disappearing much faster than a normal October evening, snow was melting, guests were finding parking spaces, we couldn't take pictures outside like we planned.  But nonetheless, we were all here for a wedding! Carry on, carry on.

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As beautiful guests thawed and creaked in their seats, a head-turning voice silenced the crowd.  She sang remarkably ironic and timely lyrics.
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"Some say 'Love, it is a river,
that drowns the tender reed.'
Some say 'Love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed."

A few years ago I might not have understood those lyrics.  "Who thinks love is a sharp knife or tumultuous drowning water? Yikes." It's become more clear.  And Ben certainly understood that sentiment.  Life hurts.  To love hurts.  After facing life circumstances and emotional upheaval, Ben was left very closed-off, very hard.  Don't let this cause you to think that he wasn't an incredibly strong, successful or social man.  He was.  But there was that "point" - that ever famous wall - he did not let anybody get through.
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"It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance."
Her song rang out, meaningfully and loud.
The sick to his stomach ring bearer (who I just wanted to squeeze and feed soup to! He did so good.  And he was so sick.  Sweet child) almost revealed the calm heaviness of the words as he walked.
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"It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to liiiiiiiive!"
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If you know this Bette Midler classic, you can probably hear this big build-up in your head.  The song erupts after a gradual build.  As she sang, the church seemed to tremble.

"When the niiiiight has beeen too lOOnely!
And the rooOoad has been too long!
When you think that loveisoooonly
For the lucky and the STRONG!"
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The church doors opened and there was Jacqueline Rose.

"Just remember, in the winter,
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes a rose."
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I may have talked about crying during ceremonies before. Good heavens.  I was weepy.  I was thinking about a conversation I had with Jacqueline's mother after their engagement shoot.  "She knows things about him that nobody else knows, and will ever know.  She chipped away into his heart."  I thought about the jokes before the engagement shoot, and how Ben only makes one face. "Good luck getting him to smile!" I thought about his simple one word answer when I asked why he loved Jacqueline: "She makes me a better man."  I thought about how deeply he loves that woman.  How his proposal caused her to sob.  How he is patient with her "high-strung."  How he looks at her - with a very particular face.  I thought about snow in October.  About the bride, Miss Rose, marrying her razored and rescued groom, Ben.  
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What a beautiful wedding and what a beautiful love.
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Are you fascinated by her cotton bouquet yet?  Jac was determined to pull off a wedding with all natural elements in the place of flowers.  So her bouquet? Cotton, cloves, burlap, lace and ribbon. Brilliant.
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Don't forget: faces.  Look at these faces.
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Once at Stone Manor, Jacqueline relaxed in the bridal suite, waiting to get bustled.
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I decided to hop on over to the reception tent to detail-it-up.  I was in inspiration heaven.  Think Phantom of the Opera meet Gone With the Wind.  The cotton, country, plantation decor, on the grounds of a peaceful and stately manor home, couldn't help but take you back to hoop skirts, names like O'Hara and Rhett, and a passionate love story.
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If you have the time, I highly recommend watching (or re-watching) this clip of Phantom of the Opera's "Masquerade."  When I returned to the bridal suite, I had the song in my head, and it stayed their all night ;) "Maaaasquerade! Paper faces on parade! Maaaaasquerade!"
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Because, you see, the reception was called "The Masquerade Ball."
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"Flash of mauve.
Splash of puce.
Fool and king.
Ghoul and goose.
Green and black."
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Trace of rouge.
Face of beast.
Faces!"
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"Eye of gold.
Thigh of blue.
True is false.
Who is who?"
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"Curl of lip.
Swirl of gown.
Ace of hearts.
Face of clown.
Faces.
Drink it in, drink it up
'Til you drown in the light.
In the sound."
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"MaaaasquerAAAADE! Paper faces on parade!"
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(I wasn't going to post this one, but it made me laugh so hard that I couldn't resist.  I love the things that boys "have" to do at weddings. Their faaaaaaces! Kill me!  Some obviously think it's kind of fun, other's don't at all.  Love it.)
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Once the wedding party was prepared, the guests waited anxiously to "take your turn, take a ride on a merry - go - round, in an inhuman race."  The excitement was electric.
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Fan. Freaking. Tastic.
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"MaaaaasquerAAAADE!"
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It thrilled me that they even danced their first dance in their masks.  
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Following the best entrance I've ever experienced at a wedding, the thunder rolled on.  Mom's toast was absolutely charming and dear.
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The besties played like they were at prom when "their" song came on.
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Grandpa stole the show in his duds.
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They cried.  They laughed.  They danced.
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Guests raved and raved all night long.  "Everything is unbelievable.  Best wedding I've ever seen!"
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They surprised the grandma and grandpa with a special treat for the birthday boy.
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(Just look at Jacqueline and Ben's faces in the background. And grandma helping blow the candles? Break my heart.)
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And then that band.  Oh wow that band.  These were no "wedding singers."  The professionalism, talent, energy and crowd interaction of these large group made it feel like a Keith Urban concert but in a 1920's jazz club next to the hippest bandstand in town!
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Everybody danced, all night long.  October has never had so much fun.
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Incredible musician.  
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Again, the faces.
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Oh hey, past bride Jessica! You're just as fabulous as ever ;)
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Jac was one of my favorite brides to photograph while dancing.  Goodness, she was hilarious and animated.
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I love his "Ooooh, you" look and her "BAH!hahah! I got you!" response.
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That's his smile for her.  He only looks at her like that.
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Periodically Jac would run over and pounce on Ben.  Though startled, he'd grab her and squeeze her back.  It was a painful kind of happy.  A happy that your insides and outsides and all sides just ache from delight.  
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"Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed."

Enjoy Project | Writing about Home

โ€œi like to see people reunited, 
i like to see people run to each other, 
i like the kissing and the crying, 
i like the impatience, 
the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, 
the ears that aren't big enough, 
the eyes that can't take in all of the change, 
i like the hugging, the bringing together, 
the end of missing someone.โ€ 
jonathan safran foer


I present to you, my blog friends, a paragraph or so about my man.  This very moment he is on the final leg of an 18-hour drive.  We've been apart for 492 hours.  Only six more left.  I've missed him so, I'm ready to be Home:

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"They" say it's like "coming home."  They are right.  (If, of course, home is as wonderful to you as it is to me.)  When I picture home in my heart, flashes of kitchens, noise, fireplaces, dark nights, dad's screeching shoes (he ALWAYS has his sneakers on), mom working on homework with the little kids (or mom doing homework for the little kids), stories about the day, heating up leftovers, turning on the game or an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond, and happiness.  Reels of my home's messes flicker past the screen; I know they're there and I'm okay with them.  I know the comfiest chairs and couches, the best view to the TV, dad's end of day laugh and mom's "I have a great story for you" face.  I know the smells of my house.  I love the smells of my house.  If it's nighttime, and I drive up to my home, I see silhouettes going about their life.  In their home.  When I go in, I'll hear noises of consistency, familiarity and belonging.  My eyes will trace lines of comfort.  My people are here.  My things are here.  My heart is here.  My laundry is here.  Home isn't always glowy and it's never been "perfect", but when you first say the word I think "wonderful." 


Falling in love is like coming home.  Except, instead of entering a wooden structure wrapped in insulation and shingles, you enterโ€ฆ you enterโ€ฆ a soul.  But that's not even quite right.  "They" say that too.  "Soul-mates."  But you do.  You open and unlock and sometimes fiddle with the key to a dreaming, silly, precious, real, person heart, built on a foundation made up of Life Lived Thus Far.  


When you walk inside there isn't an entry way with a floral rug, a plant and frames on the wall.  But there is small talk, eye glances and flirting.  Sitting around a real family room, besides a crispy fireplace with feet on the coffee table is the relationship equivalent of that break-through conversation where the good impressions get kicked off and knocked under the couch and you see a head-turning look into a person.  Your mind is happy and curious.  Content, lazy and sparked.  Wanting to simultaneously sit long and conquer the world.  


Soon the making dinner together, doing dishes and just wandering into the kitchen ensues.  Daily, foodie, easy togetherness.  And before you know it, you're home.  Flopping down into the strength of trust at the end of a long day.  Opening the junk closets with a "whelp. it is what it is" attitudeโ€ฆ knowing you are loved despite your mess.  Longing to just be there.   There with him.   Glints of security, coziness, laughter, easy going, delight, the blessed future, the blessed past, the blessed everything.  


I long to help him be the best man.  I'll get on my knees and scrub, and stand on ladders and drill, fold and fold and fold, and prepare and create and pour out my heart into him.  Calm his worries, spur his tomorrows, re-tell him promises of old, faithful and sure. Often times we don't even consciously know we have fears and secrets.  We don't even know whats up in the attic.  We aren't hiding it, necessarily, but it's been up there for so long we didn't even know it belonged to us anymore.  But then someone starts going through boxes.  Rearranging, pulling out old memories and unzipping your secrets.  They're in.  They know you.  He knows me. I know him. I know how our hands fit.  I know his smells - after work smell, date night smell, car ride smell.   love how he smells. I'm crazy about his strengths.  I know his messes and weaknesses.  Or at least some of them.  I will learn more someday.  And I'll still love him.  I'll love him because I trust him.  I trust that he can open my closet doors, and look under my couches, and see what is hidden and unpleasant, and get down on his hands and knees to help me.  To love me.  He isn't afraid of what I have to offer.  I'm not afraid either.  Perfect love does cast out fear and welcomes you home.