Weddingbee Blog

I’m a jealous person. I know, I know, not the most flattering of personality traits, but since honesty is one of the better of those, I may as well admit it.

I went to a wedding just two weeks after ours, and though it was surprisingly just like ours (funny what they say about imitation), I was a bit jealous. That couple did very little of their own planning, and I thought about how nice it would be to just walk into a well-planned wedding.

I saw the lovely Mrs. Meatball’s pics and I was OH, so very jealous. She looks like the cutest and happiest freaking fairy (I say that with love!) and I wanted to be just like her. Just like that. Exactly like that.

But then I got a sneak peek at a few of our pictures and I remembered: Oh, THAT’S who I am. I’m the loud mouth who laughs with her whole body.

I’m the nutcase whose every thought crosses her face – flattering or otherwise.

I’m the one who hugged her mom so tight,

laughed so hard,

danced so much,

ate every bite on her plate

and smiled at her husband all night (or is that lust?).

That’s me.

And him? He’s the cutie pie who dances a jig when he’s all dressed up.

He’s the man who fully admitted wanting to pass out from the stress of standing in front of all of those people.

He’s the fella who noticed how much fun I was having dancing with my brother and so he just had to cut in.

And we’re the couple so happy with our lives that we couldn’t help but want to host our own wedding,

at our own home,

on our own street.

Because we love our neighbors, almost all of whom joined us for the party, even those who had to be helped up the street or helped home afterward.

And we love our families, our people who traveled hundreds of miles — and then another twenty between our house and Home Depot — and smiled while cleaning and hugged while helping.

And we love our friends, who traveled and sweated and calmed a stressed out woman down by taking over the directing and the executing and the scheduling.

And then they danced.

That’s us.

And this was our wedding.

Consider this the beginning of my recaps. As you can see, they won’t be organized in any rational fashion. You know the story, because you’re living it. Guy meets girl, proposes, much planning and freaking out ensues, then culminates in a wedding filled with carefully and lovingly executed details and stunning coordination. Except that I’m not much good at details, and the coordination was anything but stunning, so instead, I’m going to share our story in the way that feels best… which I’m going to figure out as I go.

All photography by Angela Herzog of Angela Herzog Photography (www.angelaherzogphotography.com) unless otherwise noted. Asterisks (*) indicate that post-processing was done by me, and thus, should not be held against her. See this post for more details.