Katie and Nick. I love these two. Like in the kind of a way that, if we were in junior high, I’d write them a note asking if they like me back, fold it up and drop it in the slits in their locker. It’s serious like that… it’s a major crush.
They’re just cute. They are in love. If I ever meet a boy to live happily ever after with, I have no doubt that it will be because he looks at me the way Nick looks at Katie. THAT is how a boy is supposed to look at his gal. It makes me happy.
Their families. The (GINORMOUS) tent in the side yard at the family home. The details (ohmygawd, the details!!!!!). The centerpieces. The sermon. The near death experience in the trolley (um, twice). The ice cream bar. Did I mention the families? And anytime I get to work with Jessica Dum Wedding Coordination, I just get all warm and fuzzy inside.
What’s not to love? (Get comfy.)
We were tight on time. They ran. I love them.
Maggie, Katie’s sister, gave a toast and then challenged Nick to a beer chug mid-dance floor.
She won. And the entire reception chanted her name. Yep. True story.
Get iced while getting the garter? Take it like a man. Duh.
And this dance floor? I can’t even tell you how many times I couldn’t even find the bride and groom because they were buried so far in the crowd. I named Nick the Mayor of the Dance Floor. It was rad.
I love you guys. xoxo.