When Sarah got engaged and was planning her wedding, she knew exactly what she wanted. Sarah’s mom is one of my closest friends and she has spent nights in a tent, camping in my backyard. Sarah remembers saying that she always wanted to get married here and when she got engaged and asked, of course I said yes!
Sarah is not your average 25 year old. She is very aware of her footprint on this earth and embraces a greener lifestyle. We share the same lifestyle beliefs and with my love for diy, I knew this was going to be an amazing wedding, a wedding that every detail would reflect the couples beliefs and lifestyle. Sarah is a vegetarian, as well as many guests attending, and has a very feminine taste in decorating, and her husband is a plaid shirt kind of guy whose only request was a s’more bar and a specialty beer.
Sarah getting ready with the help of her sister and Matron of Honor, Christina.
Ryne, waiting for Sarah.
The guests were greeted with a beverage as they arrived and invited to sign the guest book.
The guestbook was a frosted bottle with lights, signed with different colored sharpie pens.
A vintage suitcase lined with fabric and decorated with bunting and pearls was used for cards.
The guest were given a “The Perfect Blend” tea bag in handmade envelopes.
Coming next……..A Fairytale DIY Backyard Wedding…Part 2
I initially took a break from blogging to do a makeover on all of my websites, then life got in the way.
My life seemed perfect, everyone was healthy and happy, just perfect…………. but things can change in a flash. Losing a life long best friend (46 years), makes one re-evaluate your own mortality and create needed changes in your life. I never imagined how broken I would feel, how unimaginable the entire situation would be, but I have learned that it is acceptable to not be okay. For 46 years she watched my life unfold. She saw me come of age and my relationships begin and end, and was very happy when I found the perfect one. We loved to laugh together, we had many inside jokes, and spoke on the phone often, if only for a quick laugh.
I first thought that I would miss the phone calls the most, then the feel of sitting in her living room with the conversation traveling in any direction, or sitting on her glider on the back porch on a summer night. We shared our life events and confided in each other and grew to love each other unconditionally. I got stuck on my grief there for a while, thinking it was the unconditional love I missed the most. Now I realize it’s something more. Over the course of such a span of time and confidence sharing, she came to know exactly how broken I am.
The thing about life is that all of us are going to experience great loss, if we have not already. Nothing anyone could have said could have prepared me for this, but I have an amazing support system. I will live my life as a celebration of her life, not as a slave to her memory.