The Venue

Brad and I are getting married on June 22, 2013.  Our venue is my parents farm, with our "alter" being the front porch. The reception will be in the back yard, with the band using the back porch as their stage. We're going to set up a tent, put in a temporary dance floor, and have some haybales to sit on during the ceremony. Since this is an outdoor wedding and it's on the longest day of the year, we're asking they come dressed in an outfit that will keep them cool and shoes that will be okay in the grass. We can't wait to see everyone there.

Marry Me?

Some proposals involve wine and roses. Others take place on the beach at sunset. For all the things Brad and I happen to be as a couple, cliche is not one of them. Our proposal involved mud, rain, blood and barbed wire. He called me on my cell phone from the barn one day while he was out fixing the fence. It was cold and yucky, and he had just sliced his hand open, but he got down on one knee right then and there and asked me to marry him. How could I possibly refuse?

Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not?

No, no he was not. Brad loved me from the time we were fifteen years old. It took him until we were nineteen and twenty, and me saying I liked him for him to do anything about it. Well, that's not entirely true, he had talked to my mother about it...in depth. It was just never the right time to say anything to me. Finally, one night in my barn, I confessed that I was falling for him. I also kissed him first. What can I say, he's a real gentleman. He's also incredibly supportive of my dreams, honest to a fault, and one of the most amazing people I've ever met. I can't wait to marry him!