Moving right along…I couldn’t hold back anymore! I wanted to get the rest of the wedding posted for all to see! Just one more left….
The ceremony was beautiful. Held in the gorgeous Catholic church that I grew up in and performed by the priest that watched me grow up, it was my dream to have my wedding there.
Growing up, I always imagined walking down this incredibly long aisle toward my future husband, and as I got older I would start to tear up just thinking of it. I of course cried walking down that aisle as I got closer to Schuyler. Note his face, filled with anticipation.
Following the ceremony, we had a gap of time until the reception due to the time the ceremony was held. Expecting to have 3 hours to take pictures, we were in no hurry, which was how we planned it…
Up next: The Photo Shoot!
*All photos by CVB Photography
I’m a sucker for letterpress, and when I saw these invitations by Spark Stationary, I just had to share them! This is everything that I would have wanted in my invitation, and more!
I just love the pocket folder, and the letterpress design on it is absolutely amazing. The colors go together so well (I’m sensing an inspiration board in the future), and they make the whole suite just POP! And finally, the tie that holds everything together is something I would have never paired with a wedding invitation. Modern, functional, innovative and elegant. I love it.
According to Spark, a whole line of letterpress wedding invitations will be launched in 2010. I don’t know if I would be able to wait that long. Someone please get these invitations…and then send me one- just to see it!
With both of us growing up together, there was no question as to where the wedding would be: good old Ocala, Florida, a growing town in central Florida, south of Gainesville and north of Orlando. Ocala is where I was born and raised, where we met, and where we plan on moving to start our family in the future.
The preparation process took place at my parents’ house. “The early bird gets the worm!”-or rather, gets married. That’s what I was saying when I woke up at 6:30 AM on the morning of my wedding to rouse my bridesmaids and family members to start getting ready.
The ceremony was in a Catholic church, and was scheduled to start at 1 PM, which meant having to begin the getting ready process bright and early. Thankfully, all of the girls were so excited that waking up early was not a problem at all.
The girls kept telling me I was so calm, and honestly, yes I was. I think they were all more nervous than I was. I had waited for the day for a very, very long time. There was nothing at all to be nervous or anxious about.
However, yes, I was VERY excited- for everything to come together, and most of all, to have my best friend become my husband.
Up next: The Ceremony!
*Photos by CVB Photography
Before I throw a million pictures of the two of us at you, I thought I would share the story of my husband and I.
The picture on the left is our very first actual date. Dinner before the Homecoming Dance 2001.
The picture on the right is the same sidewalk…note the umbrellas.
Yes, so we’re high school sweethearts, and although we’re young, we’ve been through a lot. We started dating in 2001, and were on-again-off-again a couple times throughout the years. We did date other people, but we kept ending up together, and realized that we were just meant to be together.
And so came the proposal that everyone knew was bound to happen. It was 2 days before Christmas. He got a big patio furniture box, and taped it back together to look like nothing ever happened to it. He taped the ring box to the inside of the box and sat the giant box in the middle of our living room. Well, I was pretty excited because I really wanted nice patio furniture (and still do). But I wasn’t allowed to touch the box until he got home from work. I touched it, despite his warnings, and realized that it was pretty much empty, so I spent hours guessing what it could be.
Finally when he got home, and after a few hours of last minute gift shopping, I was allowed to open this box. Then I found the small box, along with the question of “Will you marry me” coming out of his mouth.
And the rest is history…