When I started my 2012 Wedding Season on December 31, 2011 (technicalities – don’t judge), I was just three weeks into my own six month engagement. Most of the weddings for 2012 would happen after I finished planning and celebrating my own wedding, and I would traverse the country back and forth every couple weeks…

      The day had been one big swarm of activity. Friends. Aunts. Cousins. Mom. They all buzzed in and out of the bridal suite, always in a hurry to tend to one task or another; but never so busy they didn’t stop to tell a joke or share a giggle or gasp at…

                            After all the planning, all the little stress-making-moments, all the details, all the anticipation, her wedding day arrived. Finally. She hung out with her best friends in the last few minutes as the bride-to-be and relishing the almost-there-ness of her long…

  The perfect image of grace and poise, she stood calmly, surrounded by her dearest women, watching the minutes move slowly on, waiting for her wedding to begin.  It had been a relatively calm morning, filled with the usual giggles and temporary delays and mass preparations. But here she was: moments from her entrance into…

The day started with a few clouds, their bleak grayness looming over the decorated lawn at Rockwood Manor.  The Manor, its stately elegance poised against the gray sky, watched silently as the preparations continued. The coordinator bustled in and out of the great hall entrance. The drive was filled with a constant stream of cars…

  Amanda had spent the morning preparing for her groom. Her hair styled to perfection. Her dress laced then zipped then buttoned. Her flowers ready. Her bridesmaids waiting.  There had been an excited hum in the bridal prep room, mothers buzzing in and out helping with final adjustments while the bridesmaids were almost disappointed that…