There’s a story behind everything. Our wedding had many of them.
My veil wasn’t any ordinary veil. It was my mom’s veil when she got married 37 years ago. If that’s not sweet enough, the older man who cleaned it at the dry cleaners reminded me of my grandpa, and I felt like we had such a special bond because of it. And if THAT’S not enough, Nic’s college professor and our dear friend redid the veil for me, added a clip to it and made it my own.
My mother-in-law and I hand picked the invites together, and it was such a special experience to share with her. Her dad, Nic’s grandpa, was a printer and owned a printing press, which made the experience of picking these special invitations so beautiful. I still look at the invites everyday. They’re breathtaking.
The day before the wedding, I realized I didn’t have a something blue, so my bridesmaid Maddy painted the bottom of my shoes blue. Little did we know, the paint squeaked on the church floors, so she had to sand it off wedding morning. Nonetheless, it was still blue, and didn’t squeak wedding day.
My mom bought my earrings for me the day I bought my wedding dress, I still remember trying them on as we sipped champagne.
My engagement and wedding ring is a constant reminder of my deep love for Nic, all the memories we’ve made and all the stories we continue making together.
Life is full of stories, little moments and special memories. Cherish them all. Every single one of them. ❤️