By the time I got to Jeff’s Mom’s house (where she raises beautiful assorted -doodle dogs), I was already in love with everything about the property. People in Spangle waved as we drove by, shop owners leaned against their door frames, beaming out at the world as though they knew exactly where the train of cars that heralded a big country wedding were headed. Rolling yellow wheat fields slowly rose and fell as we watched a bright blue sky full of towering fluffy clouds match their pace. It was breathtaking.
Equally breathtaking is Danielle and Jeff’s love for each other. After Danielle nearly hyperventilated about being able to finally get into her dress, I watched as Jeff stood with shaking hands and shaky breath, listening to the sound of the swishy dress and gorgeous redhead finally coming towards him. I cried. It’s not new, I cry at every wedding, but having known Danielle for…well…quite a while…it made the experience so much more charged for me–for everyone.
I usually don’t say much about the venue, the vendors, etc., but this wedding blew me away. From the decorations, to the elaborate zombie cake that Jeff’s sister made, to the witty and hilarious DJ that had us all entertained the entire evening, to the gorgeous sunset that hit soft blue and purple clouds and Jeff and Danielle slowly swayed at their first dance, this wedding had me enraptured. It was beautiful. It was full of love and joy, and it reminded me that what I do is a gift to me–and I’m forever grateful.
Venue: Abracadoodles (I wish I was a Labradoodle so I could live in such a beautiful, spacious place)