Angie & Toby Get Married

 Dress: Elizabeth Dress in Floral Bouquet by Cherry Velvet (size 3x) via GB Shop

Teggings: Re/Dress

Sandals: Born

Earring, Necklace, & Bracelet: Wendy Baker

Photography: Super Boo & Me (except the ones noted Gwyn, In The Woods Studio)

Stats: 5'7" 55-50-64

I've worn this dress 2 other times, the first time to see The Pines & The Sills and the second time to The Shitty Barn for Spirit Family Reunion. When it showed up in the GB Shop...I finally bought it. I had a different outfit planned for the wedding, but it was a hot 90° day...so I wanted to wear cotton. I was underdressed (by my standards) for a wedding...but comfortable. This post is linked to Visible Monday over on Not Dead Yet Style.

Kate is wearing a Hell Bunny dress & looking fetching. 

Silly faces are a must. 

Gwyn captured these two adorable shots of me & David while Kate was taking our photo...I love them. 

elly!!! I couldn't believe she posed for photos...I typically get a lot of middle finger pictures of her. So cute!

elly & Josh...note the Darth Vader belt buckle...

I love pictures of people laughing...

Kate & Daniel...

Angie & Toby, taken by Gwyn. 

 Josh & elly had the best shoes at the wedding...

 The wedding program fans in use.

Kazoo Wedding March, vows, & the wishing tree...my wish for Angie & Toby was a long happy life...with lots of naughty doggies. 

Angie & Toby officiated their own wedding. Married! Photo by Gwyn. After the I-Dos & a moment of silence...people got up to speak. David broke the ice with a few touching words, followed by a lovely piece Angie had found & asked him to read (probably because he is such an animated reader)...the text of which is at the very end of this post. 

You may kiss the Kate. The girlie with her beaus, Jason & Daniel. 

Antique washing machine made a lovely ice bucket for cava. Our table had all the best people, including Jane! These tacos were delicious...my mouth is watering thinking of them. 

Taco bar...followed by strawberry shortcake bar (with my unevenly cooked biscuits). These two things alone would have made this the best wedding ever. However, the entire day was an extraordinarily enchanted event. Angie & Toby were glowing with happiness and the wedding reflected who they are. Toby's mom & stepdad have a lovely piece of property that was the ideal backdrop for their day and everything was beautiful...not because they hired just the right people (although the taco bar couple were fabulous...the former owners of Sunprint Cafe), but because they planned it & made it their own...and family & friends jumped in to help at the last minute. Angie said the wedding would not have come together without her sister Clarie & her boyfriend, Sutton (pictured above in the photo of Angie & Toby holding hands, to their left...in the front row), spending the whole day setting up. It was a day celebrating their love, surrounded by love...just like it should be. 

The girlie got to do one of her favorite things multiple times...uncork sparkling wine bottles. This particular time was my favorite because as Toby's grandma walked by she said to us...you girls should get a man to do that. 

 Fire! Round 2, the wedding edition: burning wishing tree. 

First (& only?) dance. There were two turntables & the guests were the DJs. It amused me when Toby's uncle chose The Ramones: Rocket to Russia later in the evening...he looked more like a country guy. 

My make-up with this outfit included...Urban Decay eyeliner in Loaded, NYX eyeshadow palette in The Brights, Make Up Forever eyeshadow in Tangerine, Korean Candy lipstick by MAC, Bite Beauty lipstick in Blood Orange, & OPI nail polish in Orange You Going to the Game?

David's wedding speech...more or less...he made a few corrections by hand at the wedding & gave that copy to Angie.

I’m old enough now to know that you meet only a few people in your life whom you really know you can count on, people who get it, people whose character you not only admire but trust unreservedly. I have the great good fortune to have all of that, and more, in Angie.

Toby and Angie, each of them separately and both of them together, show us something you so seldom see: They engage in the big world of life in their own, genuine ways. They do not hide from life, they do not shield themselves from each other or from love the way so many of us do. They choose the difficult path, to struggle and learn and grow, yet with their sense of play and good humor, and they help others so well do the same. If you asked them why, they might ask why you would ever want to do anything less. What a wonderful couple.

I’d like to read you something now, by the poet and tenth-generation New Yorker Taylor Mali. It’s called:

How Falling in Love is Like Owning a Dog

First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.

Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.

Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!

Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise. It will run you around the block
and leave you panting, breathless. Pull you in different directions at once, 

or wind itself around and around you

until you’re all wound up and you cannot move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.