Oh boy, you guys. This wedding. This wedding was a day soaked in love. The love of Hunter and Priscilla. Love between mother and son. Love of a community for this newly forming family. Love of a mother-in-law for her future daughter-in-law. Love of Jesus, who gave all of these people to each other. Love of all the friends, family, and neighbors who came together to pull this wedding off. The whole day was just immersed in it. This wedding was held in the family of the groom’s backyard, with close family and friends attending. The girls got ready in the house where the groom grew up, and the guys got ready at a neighbor’s house, just through a path in the back yard. At four o’clock, the long-awaited ceremony took place. Many sweet tears, laughs, and hugs made this fair (hot) day a lovely one.
Father and son, getting ready at a neighbor’s house.
This was 100% the guy’s idea.
Chelle, mother of the groom. SO much love here.
When Hunter saw his bride coming down the aisle. Pretty sure there wasn't a dry eye in the entire yard.
When it came time to exchange rings, the groomsmen couldn't remember who had Priscilla's wedding band. Heh. (this just goes to show you that I’m here for the good, the bad, and the funny :)
Somehow, bridal party photos always end up here. And I’m okay with that.
Any couple that strikes a Titanic pose of their own volition is a favorite in my books.
First dance in the driveway.
I've decided that for more intimate weddings, I love getting a photo of the whole group. We have one from one of my dear family member's wedding, and it's one of my favorite photos to date.
And for good measure, one last look at the ceremony area, created by the most superior of all wedding coordinators, Tori (I have a particularly soft spot for twinkly lights). It was a happy end to a happy day, one that I was absolutely privileged to be a part of.