Love on a farm grows like no other kind of love. It’s formed through enduring hard labor, long hours, thankless chores and calloused hands. It’s woven into the fabric of patched jeans, greased rags and dust covered hats. It’s seen every year in the growth of a seed, the harvest of a plant. Farming, like love, takes patience and kindness….
Not once during this exuberant occasion was there a sour note anywhere. Smiles were the decoration of the hour and it seemed as though music, either in form or in theory, danced on air throughout the day. It is an absolute, all out joy when a wedding day comes together and so clearly represents the two people it was meant…
The air was warm. Warmer than warm, actually. It was hot. Some may even say sweltering. Atypical for a late September wedding in the midwest, the sun hung heavy in the brilliant blue sky while a fleeting breeze offered little relief. But to this couple…it seemed as though they barely noticed. She was nothing but kind words, bubbly laughter, full…
There once was a brown eyed, self-proclaimed daddy’s girl with a fondness for all things sparkly and glitter who met a clean-cut, Harley driving boy who was quick to open a door and quicker still to offer a smile. The rest, as they say, is history. *** Florist :: mother of the bride Wedding Rings :: Kay Jewelers Bride’s Dress…
This day. Oh, so much to say about this day. About how the sky looked like it was going to be endlessly drizzling on us. About how the weather lifted just enough to allow for an outdoor ceremony and photographs before raining down on us yet again. About the meaningful three-piece cross ceremony as three people became a family. About…