While the thought of auditioning caterers sounds super fun and delicious, I also found it really overwhelming…so it came as a relief when we found out that our reception venue was inclusive when it came to food and liquor. We selected our menu after a tasting at Salvatore’s (where I failed to take any photos—dumb) and posted it on our website for our guests’ reference.
It may ruin the “surprise,” but I highly recommend this, especially if you know you have preferences or allergies among your guests.
So, here’s what we chose: at our cocktail hour, we will have passed apps and a full bar available, including our signature cocktail—a rosemary gin fizz. We both love gin, and the rosemary simple syrup evokes that festive holiday feeling we’re going for. Salvatore’s was so nice about this—I’ll be making and bringing in the syrup myself, which I thought they might balk at, but they just told me to give them the recipe and they’ll make the drinks happen!
All these photos are thanks to the one and only Amilia, of Amilia Photography, unless otherwise noted.
After our first look, Mr. Blue Moon and I took his car back up to the reception building/bridal suite. We went in to find Mr. Blue Moon’s groomsmen, plus his dad and three of my best friends from college, all waiting for us. Since none of them (including my two younger brothers) had seen me in my dress up until this point, there was much swarming around and making a big deal out of it, which I absolutely HATE. Except it’s really hard to brush it off and pretend like this is just another casual day when you’re, you know, the bride. Definitely difficult to downplay one’s own wedding—I don’t think I did a very good job of it.
Although this title is from Singin’ in the Rain, thankfully the skies were nothing but sunshine the morning of our wedding. That is, when the sun came up. If you recall, I woke up around 4:00 AM. I’m definitely not a morning person, but it was kind of nice to have a few hours to myself. I read some old emails Mr. Dreamcatcher and I exchanged when we were teenagers, and although they were sickeningly adolescent, it was a nice reminder why I fell in love with this wonderful man 10 years ago. I looked at some old photos of me and my bridesmaids/men. It too was a great reminder of how this day was obviously about Mr. Dreamcatcher and me, but almost as importantly it was a day about celebrating the people who helped get us here. Cue cry #1 of the day.
Personal Photo / Six of my favorite people!
Mama Dreamcatcher (who is a morning person) woke up around 6:00 AM, just as I was finishing my last post as a Miss. We chatted for a while about some last minute details and the schedule for the day, and prayed for everything to go well. Then we moved into dangerous tear territory and talked about how Daddy Dreamcatcher would be smiling down on us the whole day. This hour spent alone with my mother on my wedding day will always be something I cherish. Cue cry #2 of the day.
I’ve got the most beautifuldress hanging in my closet…it fits almost flawlessly, is the perfect amount of sparkly, and I try it on more often than I probably should. But I’m still on the fence about what to wear with the dress…and I’d love some input…starting with footwear!
On the drive to the park, with my Uncle L at the wheel and MOH R and Bridesmaid A chilling in the backseat, I felt my excitement growing. Mostly because I was going to be reunited with Mr. Feather, which I was pretty sure was the key to helping me relax and unwind before we got into our ceremony.
We didn’t want to make a big deal out of our first look, so we did it quickly outside the park’s conservatory. I had never seen Mr. Feather’s suit together with his rentals (tie + vest), so it was kind of an exciting moment for me too. I remember a lot of nervous laughter and I’m-crying-no-I’m-not-crying moments.
After that, we wandered around the park and got some pictures together and with our wedding party.
I can’t be the only one out there who hates seeing herself on video. I’ve avoided it since I was a child—I find home movies deeply embarrassing. I knew I would never want to watch a wedding video and that pictures would be sufficient. Therefore, wedding videography was an easy pass for us…
…until I saw a dear friend’s wedding highlight reel on social media. It blew me away—so lovely and classy and professional! I think I cried watching the video, and I had been IN the wedding. When I told the bride as much, she said that it was a last minute decision but that she was SO GLAD she had done it.
Well, shoot. Where’s the money-flying-away emoji when you need it?
I started cruising reviews of videographers in our price range. Since we hadn’t planned on doing video, I didn’t want to allocate a ton of funds for it; but I was also very, very nervous about going budget on this. The few example reels I watched were…not good. And if that’s the product you receive, what can you do about it? Nothing. You can do nothing. No do-overs, no erase-ys.
After meeting with my dad in front of the quarry wall for some father-daughter pictures, it was time to go meet Mr. Blue Moon for our first look. We requested that our first look take place on the pier over a lake on the property, and I could see Mr. Blue Moon standing there with his back turned as Amilia and I drove up. Other than our photographer, it was just going to be the two of us.
After parking, we began trekking from the road to Mr. Blue Moon. At this point, I was all nerves, as I thought I would be, but also completely giddy. It was one of many high emotional points during our wedding day.
I finally got to the pier and reached out to poke Mr. Blue Moon in the back. Although I perfected the graceful shoulder tap in my head for my first look with my dad, I lost all logical thought at this point and totally forgot to get my good photo-op in.
Time seemed to slow down and then suddenly speed up. I went from sitting around and chatting with MOH R and Bridesmaid A to suddenly realizing that I needed to get my dress on, now. The only reason I knew we were behind schedule was because I made the schedule and was the person running the show since our coordinator N was busy setting up at the park.
I remember mumbling something like, “Oh shit, I need to get ready. Is everyone else already dressed? Where’s Uncle L with the car…?” If you’d asked me at any point between our engagement and our wedding day if I thought I would be late to my own wedding, I would’ve looked at you like you were crazy…and yet here we were, on the cusp of being late.
I’d had the forethought to steam my dress and veil during some downtime while MOH R was getting her makeup done, so it was waiting for me hanging from a window in the sunroom.