On August 11th, we got married in the privacy of a random jungle off the beaten path in a public park. It was quite literally a perfect day.
We planned next-to-nothing, yet spent so many of the wee hours of the night lying in bed talking about our plans and our day and how it would come together. Cecie be might caught peeing in the bushes during the ceremony? Would the kids be embarrassed to participate in the ceremony? Would we ever find dresses? Should we bring the dogs and ask Danielle to wrangle seven harnesses and small creatures? What should we have for dinner afterward? At the end of the day, would it be as special as we imagined?
It. Was. Perfect. Perfectly imperfect.
So many things just fell together, as they often do for us. We love pink, and it’s sort of kind of one of our things. The universe said, “here’s a vintage slip in a lovely shade of blush that will coordinate beautifully with a dress Erin randomly purchased and will fit Theresa like a glove!” Um, thanks, universe!
We kept it simple and bought rose gold bands on Etsy and wore flip flops and did each other’s hair and nails. Sitting on the bathroom floor while Megan photographed us.
We kept it relaxed. Having a sleep in, and we listened to music, we put together flower bouquets that we ended up forgetting at home. We were surprised with a kiddo reprieve late morning and took a jaunt to Red Robin to eat vegan burgers and fries. We enjoyed each other.
Our officiant was an old friend, one who was there wholeheartedly from the start and has continued to be a rock of support. She did a fantastic job and is taking bookings immediately for wedding officiating.
Our guest list was small. It wasn’t how we always pictured it, but in the end, it was perfect. We wanted the day to be about us and our love. A true celebration of what we’ve been through to get to this moment.
It was.
Photography by Megan Yanz
