A Love Story...

I have a dilemma. This weekend was full of laughter, love, family, friends, and so much more. Yet, I have no postable pictures of Brando and I, as we were too busy facilitating the weekend, and the few we did get were on someone's camera who doesn't know how to email them to us. So, I have decided to show you the sweet details of a young love story. As Tolly pointed out in her comment, Brando and I were married very young, and it was so very interesting to see another very, very young couple go through what we went through at a slightly younger age than even we were. I was one month older than both of them, and Brando was four months older. It was also interesting to see them go through it without a baby, as we had a one and a half year old at the time. They were so much more aware than we were, maybe not of responsibility, but of wedding details. Still, a lot went over their heads, but in a way that was a good thing. They had the innocence of being able to do the strange, but special to them, details they wanted without caring what anybody else thought. For example, a lego playland for all the kids who came that they have cared for or babysat over the years,

bare feet during the ceremony because, well, the reason my boys don't care about having bare feet is because of their cousins (otherwise, they'd be paranoid messes, like me),

all different shades of lavender and purple for the bridesmaids,

balloons released by the flower girl during the kiss instead of flowers being thrown,

books with space carved out to hold the rings for the ring bearers--yes, that's my sweet little man on the left in both photos,

the guests interspersed without the formality of chairs--there's my other handsome man,

a lego car for him and a red VW bug for her on top of their rice krispy treat cake--yes, you heard me right,

and the inclusion of their favorite black-bottom cupcakes made by his grandma, and all the bachelor and bachelorettes along with the bride and groom the day before, as the main dessert,

walking through the fountain after their vows (although, he actually slipped and fell and injured his knee, though he was very proud she didn't touch the ground, please pray for his knee as they are off on their two week honeymoon to Belize without having been able to see a doctor beforehand!),

her handsewn wedding dress (as you can see, it didn't fit quite right, but was beautiful nonetheless)

the inclusion of ivy as it means friendship, and the lilac in her hair symbolizing first love and young love,

the playground fully utilized by the kids and the bride and groom playing right along with the kids after the ceremony,

the ringbearers along with the bridesmaids and groomsmen sitting with the bride and groom at the round main table,

and my favorite, favorite part - their handcarved wedding rings made by the groom who is a woodsmen by trade.