As some of you know, we said I do last Sunday. Family and friends looked on while a dear friend officiated. I count my blessings to be the wife of such a sincere, selfless, talented man.
Dan and I wed in Mount Horeb, Wisconsin on a grassy patch just beyond the bright white Century Barn. Horses were galloping on the farm. Milkweed seeds floated on the air. The autumn colors a patchwork beyond gently rolling fields.
A fifteen-year October day in Wisconsin by all accounts – calm, pleasantly warm and sunny, only a few feathery wisps of clouds in sight.
Our reception was a mix of rustic and sophisticated. The decorations- pumpkins, wheat, cornstalks and gourds; the wine- bottled and labeled by his aunt and uncle; the meal- three risottos cooked by our groomsmen, dads, uncles and the bridesmaids’ significant others; the favors- hand-picked Cortlands with caramel and Arborio with our wedding recipes; the photographers- talented family and personal friends; the dessert- flourless chocolate cakes baked by our parents.
The bluegrass band was a smash. In our warmly lit barn beneath an almost full moon, the banjos and twirling barely stopped. Even for me, which is a wonder.
Looking back, it required an extraordinary amount of work and planning, but overall, we were astonished at how seamlessly everything came together and how smooth the evening went. It was more than we could have hoped for — memorable, to say the very least. We are so grateful for the abundance of love received from family, friends, new acquaintances and each other.
After a short week back at work and some time to digest this big event (our first slice of wedding cake two nights ago), I’m gearing up to share new recipes and tales. Until then.