It’s been a year (yesterday) since my oldest daughter Emily, got married. Where did this year go? I have thought a lot about her wedding over this last year and have come to a major realization. I don’t know how people pull off an event like a wedding without the help of family and friends. My parents went above and beyond the call with all they did to help this wedding happen. My family and friends descended on my Grandmother’s farm the day before and the day of the wedding (and many turned out days, weeks, and months before) and turned that farm into a fairy tale.
If I thanked everyone involved on a daily basis, it still wouldn’t be enough. Judge for yourself, if you’d like.
This is my grandmother’s barn, ready for the wedding. It was a rainy fall day, but the rain stopped and the sun came out right before the wedding. So many of my friends showed up decorating, arranging wildflowers, placing candles and hay bales…so much work…so much fun!
Did I say “on the cheap?” Yes, we decorated with wild flowers and they were gorgeous!
My brother performed the ceremony.
My daddy gave the bride away.
We decorated the back yard of my grandmother’s house for the reception.
The bride’s cake.
And the groom’s cake.
One of my favorites from the wedding.
They left the wedding in my Granddaddy’s pick-up truck.
Of course, no wedding is complete without the required flower girl meltdown with the ring bearer looking on in amazement.
The ceremony started at dusk and the reception finished up in the dark. Here’s the happy couple at the barn after the ceremony catching a couple of minutes alone.
And what wedding is complete without some last minute advice to the groom from the new mother-in-law? Poor Blake…the one fellow in a family of women. I am so glad that he and Emily found each other. He’s a keeper!
Thanks for looking at these pictures. It was a wonderful night. Thank you, friends. Thank you, family. We couldn’t have done it without you.