Where to start on the story of one of the biggest, most important days of our lives? January 14th was nearly two and a half months ago, simultaneously yesterday and a lifetime ago. How to describe, let alone process, a day so exhilarating, romantic, overwhelming, exhausting, joyful, sad, sacred, and incandescently wonderful? The day was such an intense high, but as incredible as it was, marriage is so much better. We truly had the wedding of our dreams, though, and it was important to me to chronicle it before the memories start to fade.
We gave ourselves one day shy of six months to plan our wedding. Coming from someone who wasn't the biggest fan of wedding planning, our engagement ended up being the perfect amount of time--long enough to have some breathers, but short enough that we couldn't allow decisions to grow into monsters. When we got engaged, we knew two things fairly quickly: one, we wanted a taco bar, and two, we wanted our wedding to be an intimate, cozy, relaxed weekend hangout with our absolute closest friends and family.
Our first requirement was satisfied when we had a taco bar at our rehearsal dinner, and the second was fulfilled by renting out The Silverpick Lodge for a weekend. The lodge was so spacious and cozy and perfectly matched our vision. All of our guests stayed on the premises for the whole weekend, and since many of our family and friends don't live in Colorado, it was extra special to have our nearest and dearest close by for longer than just the ceremony and reception.
Many people advised us to stay true to ourselves when planning our wedding, so we listened and threw many traditions to the wind. We forewent things like having a bridal party (wonderful, but too much hassle for a small wedding), a first dance (too awkward), cake (we like pies and cheesecakes better), a garter/bouquet toss (too uncomfortable). Pinterest wasn't used for inspiration and I swore off from all wedding blogs and magazines. In the midst of a world where a wedding industry exists, it was really freeing and refreshing to incorporate only the elements we wanted, instead of being pressured into silly traditions the industry says couples "should" do. I was especially thankful that both Jacob's and my families were so generous and open-minded to our non-conforming ways (especially since both of us were the first kids in the families to get married). Planning the wedding was still a lot of work, but it was bearable once we realized that there wasn't much we had to do.
In the days leading up to the wedding, it snowed and snowed and snowed in the mountains. Two days before the wedding, I began to get really anxious as friends texted me their concerns about the weather and questioned their travel plans. But thankfully, even despite the massive amounts of snow, everyone made it to the lodge safely. On that Friday night, worlds collided in the most wonderful way as everyone gathered in the lodge basement to eat tacos and meet each other...and I no longer had to have near-panic attacks about no one showing up to our wedding. ;)
The hours that followed were so magical and bittersweet and surreal. Here, sixty people who traveled all this way to watch us--us! Jacob and Carlotta!--promise our lives to each other. Here, a warm respite of pure love in the midst of the mountains of snow. Here, the ending of our single lives and the beginning of our lives as one. One of my biggest fears was that I'd be stressed and unable to enjoy any of the wedding festivities, but the Lord was kind to me, and I was more relaxed and in-the-moment that I ever thought possible. I was bracing myself for something to go horribly wrong, but somehow there was...nothing (I am forever indebted to our sweet, sweet friends and family that worked so hard to make everything run smoothly). When we weren't getting ready for the wedding, we soaked in hot tubs buried in snow, steamed in the saunas, played games, went sledding/skiing, ate without end, and reveled in each other's company. Then and now, the thing that stands out most is the incredible amount of love present that weekend. Magical is truly the only word to describe it all.
On the morning of the wedding, we woke up to a thick, fresh foot of snow, making everything extra fresh and radiant. Jacob and I ate breakfast together with our friends...and then we got ready for the rest of our lives.
Have a look into the day. *
*All of these photos are by my sweet friend Lydiah, whose praises I cannot sing highly enough (check out her post of our day). Her presence made our perfect weekend even better, and she could not have done a more beautiful job capturing the feel of our day. If you need a kind, chill, professional, above-and-beyond, and freakin' gorgeous photographer for your wedding, look no further.
I made my bouquet the day before with the help of Jacob's mom and sister, and it was one of the most peaceful moments of the whole weekend.
Everything started to feel so real when I slipped into the dress that my mama MADE for me. Dress shopping was a nightmare, so we took matters into our own hands...and I'm so glad we did. It was the most comfortable dress with a simplicity and timelessness I know I won't regret.
The moment my nerves went away instantly. I still get butterflies remembering this moment.
My favorite flower girl in the entire world, and also our only attendant. She cared more about her binkie, but I suppose that's to be expected when you're only sixteen months old and already under so much pressure.
My sweet parents on the left, and my sweet second parents on the right. They are the reasons our wedding was so perfect.
I honestly didn't remember the kiss, being pronounced husband and wife, and walking back down the aisle to Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron--all such a happy, exhilarating blur!
I designed and printed our menus a few weeks before, and all the greenery was foraged. Friends and Jacob's mom supplied the candles and lights, and it was the most simple, beautiful arrangement.
After the most amazing appetizers in the bar, there was salad, prosciutto-wrapped fontina stuffed chicken breast in sage white wine cream, roasted fingerling potatoes, and braised kale...!
I managed to keep the tears mostly at bay until Jacob's sister, Gretta, gave her toast...
...and it was all downhill from there. (But in the sweetest way.)
So so so much love.
For dessert, six different kinds of pies and cheesecakes. I hear the leftovers were eaten for breakfast the next morning. We also had a instax guest book; I was on the fence about even having a guest book, but I'm so glad we have a photograph of everyone that was there. With the leftover film, a few friends snapped candids of the reception, and I'm thrilled to have those memories captured.
We had our good friend Jay dj the reception and he did a phenomenal job. Jacob and I were pretty picky about the type of music we wanted played (no stereotypical wedding mix) and Jay went above and beyond. It was incredibly fun to be out on the dance floor with my brand new husband and people I love so much.