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Caution, wedding porn ahead. So, here’s the story of the wedding as told through the lenses of friends and family. The gorgeous Owen Carey professional pics are still to come- but this will be a great start for all of you who have been begging for pics.
Where to begin….
How about in the ladies lounge?
Shhhh…. Flora’s taking a nap.
Meanwhile, here’s what the space look liked before we tackled it:
Rehearsing in the field the day before…
Then the preparations began…
There were a few last minute dishes to be done in the stream….
Mocha was worn out before the ceremony even started…
Kira helped get the tables laid out…
Morgan worked on alcohol (his speciality). The bright blue one we found in a cocktail book- it was called Windex, but we called it “Peacocktail.”
Each table was put together to have a mix of styles for glasses and dishes and silverware. It ended up looking like this:
The hurricane glasses of soups made beautiful centerpieces strung out like jewels along the tables. My dad made the tree trunk trivets, and they turned out beautifully!
The ceremony was set up under the tree…
When people first arrived, they got to find their rock from the table…
The rocks were painted by over a dozen of our friends and family. Each one was unique. On the back of the rock were people’s table assignments.
I was in the tent getting ready…
…while the cocktail hour was kicking off up under the trees…
After about an hour, everyone was feely buzzy and we were finally ready to start the ceremony.
our wedding party was busy finding their right places in line…
Morgan’s mom Debi and my son Jack got things started by laying the wedding table. Mocha helped.
We had a little fun with the audience by starting with the traditional wedding march and then scratching over to Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes.” Morgan was a trooper and held the boom box up in true Say Anything style.
We asked each set of parents to come down the aisle and leave something on the wedding table that symbolized their contribution to our relationship. Here’s Jim and Christina (Morgan’s dad and stepmom) just finishing their bit:
Our bride and groomspeople filtered down the aisle, each dropping off something for the table…
and ended up looking something like this:
Groomspeople
Bridefolk.
I tiptoed up behind everyone (but we fooled them by having the bridal party look the other way)…
Then the ceremony began…
It was bright! Thus the parasol…
Look how beautiful my sister and my sister-in-law look!
Owen snapped some pictures…
We took a moment to be with each other
before the ceremony began, while our community was asked to share their own advice and commitments with us on little cards we had scattered on their seats…
Then we made a commitment to Jack…
And to each other…
Then we exchanged rings…
And then, thanks to the powers “invested” in him by “the internet,” Ben pronounced us husband and wife…
There may have been some kissing involved….
Afterwards, there was much rejoicing:
With many beautiful people…
And some beautiful critters…
Flora got started on her painting…
People snuck a peek at what the menu had in store…
We toasted the day with soups…
savored ahi mango avocado stacks…
(with wonton crisps fried in coconut oil)
Then dived into the main course (although without the pig… poor sad piggy)
Later there were some toasts….
And then cupcakes…
And more drinking…
And then these guys….
Got the dancing started…
Tapwater led a little drum line through the crowd…
And little by little people trickled away into the night.
Some folks stayed and joined us beside the campfire…
In the morning was the aftermath…
The peahens snuck down to the ladies lounge to see what all the fuss was about…
A good time was had by all….
First, I have to tell you that I have officially found my wedding doppelganger. We don’t look anything alike, and she lives in London, but seriously: Peacock themed wedding, peonies from a local peony farm, and now, get this, Cheese Round wedding cake!!
Morgan and I have been joking about the idea of forgoing traditional cake in favor of a series of stacked yummy cheese rounds (because I am completely cheese obsessed, and because there’s something so elegant and pre-fixe about the idea of ending the meal with cheese, wine and fruit rather than sweet crumbly cake). And yes, I was mostly joking about it.
Although, the thought of doing a nice sauvingon blanc reduction to drizzle over a slice of ash streaked Morbier, with some nuts and a few fruit compotes really does sound utterly….delicious….
Still. Just a joke. Right?
Trisha and Morgan Get Married 