I know you may all be tired of hearing me ramble on this week about our anniversary, but the 5-year mark has me thinking a lot about that day.
It was a very homemade wedding—family members, friends, and I made all the food; my mother, mother-in-law, and I sewed the wedding dress, and a large contingent of friends arrived at our cabin about a week early to help decorate the place.
I loaded up my old station wagon with flowers, and we spent the day before the wedding making bouquets and corsages, among sundry other things….I will never forget the way my car smelled as I drove up into the mountains.
In the evenings, the intrepid wedding party relaxed from their labors with a hookah and some drinks down by the creek (I therefore always associate the sweet smell of hookah tobacco with my wedding. Go figure)
And of course, I was a bit preoccupied and nervous about the big day.
Our homemade bouquets turned out great, and smelled delightful; like Montana wildflowers.
But then, it rained!!!!!!
what to do? all the guests had arrived, but the wedding was outside! I waited anxiously upstairs while hearing all my friends and family milling about the cabin, wondering if the rain would hold—I couldn’t come down because my husband had yet to see the dress…
luckily, the rain cleared up and the wedding went off without a problem (except my Grandpa got up and peed on the ‘altar’ after we had said our vows. The guests were amused at that, of course)
My dad, a choral director, led some folks in a choral rendition of ‘set me as a seal upon your heart’ and Vaughan Williams’ arrangement of “See the Chariot at Hand”
but then, the best part; the reception at the back of the cabin. The beers and wines were cooled in the little glacial stream that ran by the cabin; the cake was covered in rose petals and whipped cream (YUM)
everyone looked incredible in the romantic evening light. It was a joy to see so many people we loved in one place.
My parents, my brother (far right) and his best friend were the band.
All pictures taken by our close friend, professional photographer Annie P. Warren