Let's travel a little backwards in time to early October when two of Ryan and my favorite people ever got married. They planned the coolest wedding at a summer camp in northern Indiana, on the shores of the most serene little lake. It was awesome. The weekend was warm, the trees were changing shape and love was everywhere. Several friends and family stayed at the lake, us included, and so what would have normally been a day of wedding fun turned into a full weekend of nonstop coolness.
The day of the wedding was overcast and a slight haze made everything soft and beautiful. Storms had been brewing all night, but the rain had stopped in the morning just in time for the ceremony. It was perfect. In the sweetest little nook of the camp we all gathered around the altar and sat in great anticipation of Mollie's arrival. Martin and his groomsmen casually greeted guests and when the time finally came for the ceremony to start he looked like a little kid about to receive the biggest Christmas present ever.
As we all turned to look at Mollie my breath caught in my throat. She was so beautiful! I'd seen a picture of her gorgeous lace dress but could never have anticipated just how perfectly suited it would be for her, and how she would glow from the inside out. As the ceremony came to a close the skies opened up and it began to rain, normally this would have been a bummer but just then it seemed like the most wonderful way to end a wedding ceremony. We all headed back up the hill towards shelter and a day of yard games and bonfires. It really was the best. big kiss, bekuh
