A love story
One day at a time
But that is beside the point. What is important is that she always loved him, but he never knew it.
They had many mutual friends but hardly ever talked, and when they did, it almost felt forbidden, though this tension was never acknowledged. He was such a stud muffin that she was too embarrassed to ever start a conversation, and she was such a mystery to him that he would have never approached her. It was an unfortunate combination that kept these destined lovers from interacting throughout their four years of high school. But fate would have her way, eventually. They continued their lack of a relationship until things began to change toward the end of their senior year. They started to interact more than they ever had, yet still very much at distance.
Eventaully, they graduated and he went off to college at Brigham Young University in Provo, while she stayed home and attended a nearby college.
Oh yeah, he was a Mormon, and she wasn’t. That part is important later.
A year goes by and the next thing they know it’s Summer. That meant he was home, but only for a few days, though that is all the time they would need.
To be honest, it really all began with a phone call.
Ring…Ring.
The voice of one of her friends, one of the few who knew about her secret crush in high school was heard on the other line: "hey want to come play b-ball with us?"
She answered back with hesitancy: “I don’t know… it's kinda out of my way and it's getting late.”
"Lyle will be there." (Lyle is the dashing, ridiculously good looking forbidden love, just in case you hadn’t caught on).
She then quickly answered: "I'll meet you guys there in a little."
Click.
The girl was a bit of a tom boy, and like usual, she found herself the only female amidst a group of boys, but she could hold her own on the court. As the games commenced, to her delightful surprise, she was assigned to guard him.
After playing around for a bit, the uncomfortable years of unspoken tension melted away, as the scenario of guarding one another brought them closer, physically, than ever before. Eventually, as the two overcame the awkwardness of the moment and became more involved in the game and consequently, each other, he began to fall for her. Perhaps, though, it wasn’t just the game that had initiated his interest in her, but rather the fact that for the first time in their lives, she wasn’t currently dating one of his friends.
Either way it was a good combination that now had him falling for her.
To be honest, it really all began with a phone call.
Ring…Ring.
The voice of one of her friends, one of the few who knew about her secret crush in high school was heard on the other line: "hey want to come play b-ball with us?"
She answered back with hesitancy: “I don’t know… it's kinda out of my way and it's getting late.”
"Lyle will be there." (Lyle is the dashing, ridiculously good looking forbidden love, just in case you hadn’t caught on).
She then quickly answered: "I'll meet you guys there in a little."
Click.
The girl was a bit of a tom boy, and like usual, she found herself the only female amidst a group of boys, but she could hold her own on the court. As the games commenced, to her delightful surprise, she was assigned to guard him.
After playing around for a bit, the uncomfortable years of unspoken tension melted away, as the scenario of guarding one another brought them closer, physically, than ever before. Eventually, as the two overcame the awkwardness of the moment and became more involved in the game and consequently, each other, he began to fall for her. Perhaps, though, it wasn’t just the game that had initiated his interest in her, but rather the fact that for the first time in their lives, she wasn’t currently dating one of his friends.
Either way it was a good combination that now had him falling for her.
As the game progressed, he found himself guarding her less and less and looking at her more and more; she was so beautiful to him. Is was at this moment, for the first time, he thought maybe he could have a chance with her—at least she seemed to be showing some interest and having fun on the court with him. Yet all is fun and games until somebody gets hurt. Just when the excitement of a possible romance was brewing and the game was growing more intense, her elbow accidently caught his lip and split it open.
The event, however, would prove to be more fateful than unfortunate.
Despite their growing interest for one another, after the game that night they probably would have gone their separate ways and ever wondered what might have been. But his bleeding lip opened a few previously locked doors; in essence, it was the perfect excuse. After feeling bad and embarrassed for given him a fat lip, she realized she now had a reason to send him a text later that night.
Though her text was nothing more than a mere apology, it was the perfect door opening for him to ask her out to get to know her better. He was quite a prude when it came to woman and would have never initiated a conversation, but her text made it easy for him to act upon his desire in a less conspicuous manner. (God forbid she knew he liked her at that time). Their outing would just be as friends, friends who never really had the chance to get to know one another; or so they assumed.
The rest is really history, but I’ll tell you the story anyway.
After a text-message date proposal, the girl was nervous but giddy, this was, after all, her high school crush.
The next night he took her to dinner and an inappropriate movie—he wasn’t the best example of a good mormon boy, but he thought it would be something she wanted to see. He was wrong, but thankfully their date wasn’t ruined.
After dinner and a movie, they ended up back at his house. After some casual conversation intermixed between late-night tv viewing, the boy took a fateful leap: "want to go and look at the stars?" he asked. (wink, wink!) She responded casually on the outside "yeah," but could hardly contain herself on the inside. They walked down to the elementary school only four houses from where he lived to find a spot. They lay side by side atop a baseball field near the playground of the school. The field was dark, empty and quite, but enough light was provided by the moon and start for them to still see one another. If the boy thought the girl was cute on the basketball court, he could hardly resist her on the baseball field that evening.
As they lay there, they openly discussed their perceptions of one another from high school. Their open dialogue brought nervous tension of romance to both, but especially to him. He kept asking himself, “am I really going to kiss her, tonight?”
On her end, the feeling was mutual, yet perhaps more disbelieving, “Is my forbidden high school crush really going to kiss me, beneath the stars on our first date?’ This has definitely been a date. At least I hope he feels the same.”
As tension mounted with the expectation of what now seemed and felt inevitable, the conversation diminished as thoughts were directed towards the potential kiss. The boy began to noticeable shake as his heart pounded within his chest. He knew what he wanted to do, and he knew that she wanted him to do it. But he just couldn’t. It was as though his body was frozen. He lay there in silence, still shaking for what seemed minutes at a time. The girl patiently waited. As he lay there thinking of both how he might kiss her and how he might get himself out of the situation, his mind was struck with questions to carry the conversation along: “What kind of music do you like?” The girl would answer and wonder if he really might not kiss her. But after each question and answer, the tension of the inevitable kiss would rise again. It was only a matter of when.
The boy hardly paid attention to her answers; he only asked because he figured it would buy him time and spare him from the awkward silence which revealed his nervous beating heart.
“Ok, I’m going to do it,” he would tell himself. Just kiss her. You know she wants you to. But what if she doesn’t? What if she is totally weired out, backs away and slaps me, like they do in the movies. At least know one else will see it. But she’ll tell everyone, and that could possibly be worse. Ok I’m going to do it right now.
"No!" He almost said out loud. "I can’t kiss her." This is crazy. Besides its our first date. At least I think this is a date. She is way more experienced than me. She’ll compare me to all the other guys she’s kissed. Even if she wants to kiss me now, as soon as we start, she’ll be grossed out and that will be the end of it. Maybe if we never kiss, we can at least stay friends and we can always wonder. Sometimes to wonder is better than to know, right…?”
“Are you ok?” Her question interrupted his thought process, and made him fear he may have spoken out loud.
"Yeah, why?"
“You’re shaking”
“I think I’m just cold… You’re hogging all the blanket anyway!” he said with a smile.
“Here, why don’t you scoot closer so we can wrap the other end around us.”
“Ok. That works for me. I mean I guess we can get closer—though this is just a first date. ” (still grinning on the outside, yet wanting to shoot himself on the inside.) He couldn’t believe the words had slipped out of his month.
But now he knew she most likely would not back way or slap him. It was really all he needed to quell his doubt. For the first time in life, his mind was blank. No more second guesses. Like an instinctual reaction, he was leaning in to kiss her.
Reaching her lips shocked him into consciousness and he realized that he had done it. He wasn’t sure how he got from scooting closer to interlocking his lips with hers, but that didn’t matter now.
Nothing matter, except for that fact that she was kissing him back.
Unfortunately, after that night, they only had one more day together before he had to go back to Provo for a spring term. The distance for these younger lovers surprisingly did not hinder their relationship; in fact, it seemed to only strengthen it.
This is where the part about him being a Mormon comes into play.
He being in the distant and very foreign land of Provo undoubtedly sparked a few questions, most notably about the peculiarities of the Mormon religion. As they began to talk more and more on the phone, the subject of Mormonism could hardly be avoided. Unknowingly her curiosity about the quarks of the religion opened the door for him to explain what he believed and why. In the most natural manner he could, the boy bore his testimony of the gospel, and a newfound interest of the possibility of what Mormonism had to offer became apparent to the girl.
If he had done everything by the book, he would have continued to teach her the gospel but somehow avoid falling in love with her; he did, after all, have a mission to serve in the next few months.
Love, much like testimony, grows, at times, seemingly out of our control. As the months passed by, her fire for the gospel and their love for one another continued to flourish. Eight months later, in one of the greatest days of both their lives, the boy had the opportunity to baptize the girl he had fallen for. It was an experience that bonded them closer together than ever before. In celebration of their love, her baptism, and in out of the sheer adventurous spirit which so often connected them, they took a trip to New York City together the week following the ceremony.
However, perhaps the trip was more of a farewell journey and a climax to the end of what became an eight-month summer love.
The trip was amazing, though very cold, as they both often recall.
Things moved quickly when they returned from their trip, and before they knew it, they were driving on the way back to Provo, this time together with his family to see him off on his mission to the Democratic Republic of the Congo for two years. To say the least, it was a difficult time. Not a day had gone by that they hadn’t spent together for eight months straight, and now, they were going to be parting for two years, separated by the half the world’s continents and oceans, only able to write by email once a week.
Distance is often said to make the heart grow fonder, and such was the case at the start. They fell more madly in love with one another those first few months apart. Promises of faithfulness, commitment, allusion to marriage, and a future life together filled the pages of the letters they sent back and forth.
But as distance makes heart fonder, time has a way of wearing on love. And despite their passion for one another, letters became shorter; they had fewer things to say. She had a life to live back home and he was meeting and interaction with new people every day.
As their love faded, he suggested that she date other people. He could no longer ask her to wait as she had for nearly a year. And so she did. First, she dated others with hesitancy, always having him in the back of her mind, always comparing. Yet still slowly, she gave her heart away to others. She felt she had to. She thought this is what he wanted. And at that time, for the most part, it was what he wanted.
Soon after, she began dating seriously. They had nearly made it one year still committed, though ever waning. When her “dear Lyle” letter came, he was fine. They still continued to write here and there, but the love was no longer there. However they both still thought that maybe, things might work out. But such was not the case.
A few months later, she became serious with one of those friends of theirs from highschool, who had returned home from a few months before he did. They ended up falling in love, and were soon married for time and all eternity.
In time, however, it became apparent that her marriage to this friend was unhealthy, to say the least. They had their differences and simply were not right for one another. After a year and a half’s time, they filed for divorce.
They did things together occasionally, usually relating to the gospel; he kept his distance as much as possible, and saw her in a different light than he did when they first fell in love. He now saw her much like the people that he fell in love with on his mission—a love not of romance but of compassion and caring: the love of a friend.
A few months later, she became serious with one of those friends of theirs from highschool, who had returned home from a few months before he did. They ended up falling in love, and were soon married for time and all eternity.
They were happily married by the time he came back home from his mission. At that time, things were much like they were back in highschool between them, yet perhaps they acknowledged each other even less. Two years is a long time. It was almost as though they had never known each other, as though they had never loved one another. But that is the way it had to be.
In time, however, it became apparent that her marriage to this friend was unhealthy, to say the least. They had their differences and simply were not right for one another. After a year and a half’s time, they filed for divorce.
This was a great trial in the girl’s life, and she immediately looked to those she could trust as friends to confide in. Though their love had faded and though they had hardly acknowledged each other’s existence, she came to him. He was a spiritual help in her life—he always had been. At this point, the boy knew it was a difficult and potentially messy situation to become involved in, but he felt he had a duty to be a rock in her life, if only for a time.
They did things together occasionally, usually relating to the gospel; he kept his distance as much as possible, and saw her in a different light than he did when they first fell in love. He now saw her much like the people that he fell in love with on his mission—a love not of romance but of compassion and caring: the love of a friend.
Slowly on her end, she began to see him as she always had. And spark of a could-be rekindled fire was ignited. However, he did not feel the same. Aware of this tension, he began to keep his distance even more. Yet she maintained her interest, though kept it concealed, until one day she took a fateful leap. She confessed her love and asked to know where he stood. To her chagrin, he maintained his ground and as politely as he could, denied her advance. She was troubled, but not crushed. She figured if nothing it was worth knowing. She still hoped to stay close friends.
Not long after her text confession and his denial, she remembered that his birthday was coming up, and she mentioned that she would like to take him out to dinner, just as friends of course. He fearing the awkwardness didn’t respond for a few days.
When he got back to Utah a week later, they met up of one of their favorite restaurants. The second he first saw her that night, something was different. At first he couldn’t quite put his figure on it, but as the night wore on he came to realize that they were feelings of attraction. He couldn’t say why but something about her, or both of them, had changed—it was as though a switch had been flipped, and he didn’t know how to turn it off, and frankly he didn’t want to.
While driving after dinner to drop her off, he felt a desire for the first time to initiate something. He wanted to turn this friendly dinner experience in to something more, if not a date.
Not long after her text confession and his denial, she remembered that his birthday was coming up, and she mentioned that she would like to take him out to dinner, just as friends of course. He fearing the awkwardness didn’t respond for a few days.
Shortly thereafter, another school year ended and they both traveled home to California, but didn’t see each other. He had finally resolved that he was not going to pursue her and he assumed that she would do the same towards him. But as he got to thinking, he figured that he could at least take her up on her offer to have dinner as friends for his birthday.
When he got back to Utah a week later, they met up of one of their favorite restaurants. The second he first saw her that night, something was different. At first he couldn’t quite put his figure on it, but as the night wore on he came to realize that they were feelings of attraction. He couldn’t say why but something about her, or both of them, had changed—it was as though a switch had been flipped, and he didn’t know how to turn it off, and frankly he didn’t want to.
While driving after dinner to drop her off, he felt a desire for the first time to initiate something. He wanted to turn this friendly dinner experience in to something more, if not a date.
“Hey, do you want to go the grocery store,” he asked awkwardly.
The question took her by such surprise she wasn’t sure how to respond: “sure, I guess. Is there something you need?”
“Just a few things, and I just don’t feel like dropping you off yet, really.” he tried to say it as causually as possible, still wondering what in the world he was doing.
As ridiculous as it may seem, he probably hadn’t done something so spontaneous since the first time he kissed on that baseball field.
Friendly conversation then turned to pure fun as they meandered their way through the store, stopping to flirt in their own subtle ways every chance they could.
They continued to talk and talk but as it neared 2:00 in the morning the boy halted their conversation, and took it in entirely new, very unexpected direction.
“Do you mind if I open up a can of worms,” he said.
“No, go for it. What’s on your mind?”
“Have these past couple of days felt any different to you?”
“I don’t know, what do you mean?” she could hardly hold back the smile, wanting him to say it instead of her.
“I mean between us. The way it feels. Does it feel different to you?”
“Yeah… I guess,” she replied, now a little less sure where he might be taking this.
“Well I’ll be honest. These past few days have felt really different. And don’t get me wrong its good different. At least, I think it is.”
“Really different how?” she continued to pry.
“Different in our feelings for one another. It is like a switch has been flipped. I don’t know how, I don’t really know why. I just know things are different.”
They sat in silence for a moment, while both confusion and excitement came over her in waves. She didn’t know what to say. And she didn’t want to mess it up.
A simple trip to the store confirmed to him that he was definitely feeling something for her again and before the their time was up that night, they had made a second date to see one another that weekend.
That date, too, was nearly perfect. But she wasn’t yet sure if it was really a date, or just friends playing catch up. On their drive home late that night they spoke openly about things most married couples would consider taboo. As once it felt they had never knew one another after his mission, now it felt as though a day, half the world, and even an eternal marriage had never separated them.
They continued to talk and talk but as it neared 2:00 in the morning the boy halted their conversation, and took it in entirely new, very unexpected direction.
“Do you mind if I open up a can of worms,” he said.
“No, go for it. What’s on your mind?”
“Have these past couple of days felt any different to you?”
“I don’t know, what do you mean?” she could hardly hold back the smile, wanting him to say it instead of her.
“I mean between us. The way it feels. Does it feel different to you?”
“Yeah… I guess,” she replied, now a little less sure where he might be taking this.
“Well I’ll be honest. These past few days have felt really different. And don’t get me wrong its good different. At least, I think it is.”
“Really different how?” she continued to pry.
“Different in our feelings for one another. It is like a switch has been flipped. I don’t know how, I don’t really know why. I just know things are different.”
They sat in silence for a moment, while both confusion and excitement came over her in waves. She didn’t know what to say. And she didn’t want to mess it up.
He broke the silence again: “This is crazy isn’t it. Just last week, I completely denied your text when you told me you were interested, and a week later, I am now explaining that I am feeling something for you. Trust me I am as confused as you are.”
“Yeah, crazy is definitely one way to describe it. But it is definitely a good-crazy, isn’t it.”
“No, yeah. Its good. Just crazy.”
Silence filled the car again. They both stared out their windows at the cold dark streets and houses that surrounded them. Considering, for the first time really what this might all mean.
“So how would it work? Or better yet, what’s our next move?” he questioned.
“Our next move? I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one who opened this can of warms,” she said with both a smile on her face and in her voice.
They went on discussing the craziness of what it all might mean and came to what others might say.
“Who cares what other think.” Her voice became a bit more forceful. “If this is something you want than just go for.” She tried not to sound too encouraging so as to influence him one way or the other, but she knew how she wanted this to end.
“No, I know. I know. I mean this is just crazy. And if it’s crazy to us, I can only imagine how crazy this is going to be to everyone else.”
Somewhat discouraged, though still excited for the possibilities, she turned and looked out the window again, pondering but not really thinking.
Still looking out the window, she broke the silence this time: “So what do you want to do, then?
His silence to her question made her turn back toward him. As she did, she realized that he had been looking at her. Their eyes locked and they stared at each other for a moment and smiled. It took her only a second more to notice is hand outstretched and face up lying next to her leg, silently beckoning her hand toward his.
It felt so real, so right.
“It’s a like we never let go.”
They were about to get out of the car so he could walk her to the door before he stopped them.
“We have to take it slow, you know”
“I don’t know if we know how to take it slow. If we start dating again, I am not going to be able to not see you. I am going to want to be with you.”
“That’s true we don’t do very well taking it slow, do we? Well if not slow, then just one day at a time.”
“Yeah, crazy is definitely one way to describe it. But it is definitely a good-crazy, isn’t it.”
“No, yeah. Its good. Just crazy.”
Silence filled the car again. They both stared out their windows at the cold dark streets and houses that surrounded them. Considering, for the first time really what this might all mean.
“Were fogging up the windows. I bet if someone were to see us they would think a lot more than just talking were going on.” His joke only provided a slight comic relief.
“So how would it work? Or better yet, what’s our next move?” he questioned.
“Our next move? I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one who opened this can of warms,” she said with both a smile on her face and in her voice.
They went on discussing the craziness of what it all might mean and came to what others might say.
“Who cares what other think.” Her voice became a bit more forceful. “If this is something you want than just go for.” She tried not to sound too encouraging so as to influence him one way or the other, but she knew how she wanted this to end.
“No, I know. I know. I mean this is just crazy. And if it’s crazy to us, I can only imagine how crazy this is going to be to everyone else.”
Somewhat discouraged, though still excited for the possibilities, she turned and looked out the window again, pondering but not really thinking.
Still looking out the window, she broke the silence this time: “So what do you want to do, then?
His silence to her question made her turn back toward him. As she did, she realized that he had been looking at her. Their eyes locked and they stared at each other for a moment and smiled. It took her only a second more to notice is hand outstretched and face up lying next to her leg, silently beckoning her hand toward his.
It was the only answer she needed, and the only one she wanted.
She put her hand in his.
She put her hand in his.
It felt so real, so right.
“It’s a like we never let go.”
They were about to get out of the car so he could walk her to the door before he stopped them.
“We have to take it slow, you know”
“I don’t know if we know how to take it slow. If we start dating again, I am not going to be able to not see you. I am going to want to be with you.”
“That’s true we don’t do very well taking it slow, do we? Well if not slow, then just one day at a time.”
the engagement
As they both knew, taking it one day at a time wasn’t going to last long. They had their up’s and down’s as they always had, but within two months after taking her hand in his, again, they became inseparable. And only two months from that time, he brought up the topic of marriage. Marriage was something they talked about a lot in the first eight months together, but this time it was much more serious than it had ever been before. They discussed the idea one afternoon, and by the time they were done talking, he had practically proposed to her without a ring. They quickly began making preparations for a marriage that would take place two months later in August.
All the while they knew they were crazy, yet they had always been, so they figured it was alright that way.
Slowly, if “slowly” even applies in this scenario, they began to inform their families—first his and then hers. He wanted to do things right and ask for her father’s approval. It was one of the first times he and her father had really ever spoken to one another, but it was a good conversation. The girl knew, of course, that they would be going home for him to ask for father’s approval, but what she didn’t know was that he was planning on surprising with the actual proposal that same weekend.
The day following his conversation with her father, they meet with his family for a Sunday morning breakfast. After, they made their usual walk to the car to then leave for Provo, but just before they got in the car, he asked if she wanted to go down to the school where they first kissed, before heading home. He made up some excuse to keep her on her toes, so that it would be somewhat of a surprise. All the while he was nervous, hoping that she would neither see nor feel the boxed ring that he was carrying in his pocket. Eventually they made their way down to the field where the lay that over 3 years ago. As they stood on the baseball diamond, they looked out toward the ocean and the beautiful empty field of the school which surrounded them. As the girl looked around taking in the view and reminiscing of times past, the boy began to tell her of how he had saved all the letters that she wrote him on his mission, and that he even had a piece of one of those letter with him that day.
At this time the boy pulled out a piece a paper from his pocket. It was one of the last pages of a letter she had given him to read on his plane ride to his mission in Africa. On the paper she had drawn a picture of them at the temple and alluded to the fact that it was her hope and dream to marry him one day. Across that same piece of paper, the boy had written “I guess dreams do come true. Amber Lynn, will you marry me.”
As she took the paper in her hand and tried to put it all together, the boy knelt down on one knee and opened the box showing her the ring. He was unsure of what to say next, only knowing that this was the girl he wanted to marry and be with for the rest of his life. As she now understood what was really going on, he began to speak: Amber, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” It was cliché, but he was so nervous it was all he could think to say. At the time he was just happy that words were able to come out of his mouth. Before he even he could speak another word, she started tearing up, and answer with enthusiasm written note with enthusiasm.
“Yes, of course.”
Her tears and response now brought tears to the boy’s eyes--he could hardly speak and was at a loss for what to say next. She understood— he had said and done all that she could have asked. When he stood, she embraced him and let him know that it was perfect, making it all the more difficult for them both to hold in their emotions.
After a few pictures to capture the moment (see above/below), they stopped back by at his house to share the story with his family and then they quickly went to her house before venturing back to Provo, now engaged couple. They both couldn’t believe it. and they both couldn’t have been happier.
The engagement process was interesting to say the least, and things seemed to move even faster than they had before, but now with both families on board were able to really start preparing for the big day. One of the first things they made sure to plan was there honeymoon—they had talked of going to paris together even before they had ever mentioned marriage, and so now as an engaged couple they did every thing they could to make the dream of paris a reality. She began doing all the things that every soon-to-be bride does in regard to her wedding, while he did his best to be supporting of her vision. For the next two months she lived on Pintrest, coming up with idea and executing crafts and elements of the wedding.
As time passed the reality of the wedding set in while the plans continued to change. What was originally planned to be a wedding of around 150 people at a set venue in a city near their home town, slowly began transitioned to plans of an intimate wedding of just immediate family and two close friends at an open setting on country mountainside.
Eventually all the plans and new plans came together and the big day was finally arrived.
the love
Our wedding was exactly how we pictured it. It was perfect in every way! Honestly, we couldn't have been any happier about how the whole day turned out.
Lyle and I both grew up in the same home town and wanted a very intimate outdoor wedding. I actually came across an engagement shoot Danielle Capito photographed at Bishop's Peak in San Luis Obispo, CA and knew that's exactly where I wanted to marry the man of my dreams. It was that simple. We fell in love with the rustic simplicity and wide open fields of the location and how romantic it felt. The views of the mountains were breathtaking and the ambience of the entire setting was simply perfect for the style we wanted.
Since we were doing such a small intimate wedding I was a little worried about finding a photographer that would want to shoot such event. Being a photographer myself, I had a specific style that I wanted and budget that I had to work with, so finding Danielle Capito Photography was sincerely a blessing. Her style of photography was exactly what we were looking for. I absolutely love every picture and can't stop looking at them.
We really wanted our wedding day to be simple, clean, classy and have a romantic sweet feel while still keeping it very casual. Were all about keeping things comfortable but still having that classy romantic feel was our goal.
Our bouquets and boutonnieres were a family effort. I got the lavender from Gray's Lavender Farm and as for the boutonnieres I got the idea from Once Wed to use foliage picked around the flowers we had in kitchen. I wanted a very herbal, natural look to the flowers and I couldn't be happier about how they turned out.
My dress was exactly what I wanted. For my dress, again, I knew I wanted something classy and simple—I have never been much for over-the-top wedding dresses; ruffles just aren’t my thing. I wanted to find a dress that people would look at me and say, “that's so her,” and that’s exactly the kind of dress I found! It was the first dress I fell in love with while looking on David Bridal. It soon became the standard to which all others were compared. I was a little worried though about purchasing it because it was an online purchase only, but the second I pulled it out of the box, I truly fell in love. It fit perfectly and I felt beautiful in it. It was exactly what I was hoping for, and it worked so well with the setting and the style we wanted. [dress from David's Bridal]
We went with soft neutral colors for the wedding to give it that romantic rustic feel. We knew that we wanted Lyle in a tan suit that he purchased from Men's Warehouse and the groomsmen in kayak with simple white button down to remain the causal but classy look. My bridesmaids wore soft pastel colored dresses of their choice, purchasing from [Norstram's, Lulu Luxe, and Target] to keep that romantic feel.
the honeymoon
Let me tell you a little about my wonderful husband. Our honeymoon was a dream. It was above and beyond than I ever excepted. Lyle planned the entire trip; he was my interpreter, driver, second pair of hands (while I shopped) and even chief. Every day was a total surprise, he made me gasp, cry, and smile bigger than I ever have. Everyday was an adventure that we will always remember. It was perfect. He is everything I could have asked for and then some. He has this incredible way of making me feel like the only girl in the world...and meanwhile, every girl in the room is drooling over him. He loves me. Unconditionally. It is so incredibly humbling to trust someone with your life and whole heart, with every fault, secrets and insecurities. He is the most amazing man I know. He makes me a better person. When I’m with him it feels like we are the only two people in the world. His incredible smile and rockin body makes me weak at the knees. He puts all of his needs aside for me. He always had a way of putting other people before himself and of making people feel like they were worth the world. He is extremely driven and determined. Life is so much better than a fairy tale; and I couldn't be any happier.
Lyle is mine for always and marriage is a lot of teamwork. At times it will be hard and require a lot of patience and compromise but it will also be totally worth it, and it is worth all the hard work to have your best friend to laugh with, cry with to spend and endure the rest of your life with. I love the peace and comfort of knowing there is always someone with listening ears, someone to talk to, and someone who truly cares. It’s more than encouraging knowing that you’re not in it alone and that you have the world’s best teammate. No matter how dark your days may seem, or how inadequate you may feel, there will always be someone who loves you and is completely more than capable of making you feel like a million bucks. I fell, and I am still falling head over heels. I am never letting go.
Ok enough mushy love stuff, I can't help not sharing my love for him! :) Enjoy our trip through our eyes.
We arrived in Paris at about 1:00 PM and headed straight to our hotel and well after a 16 hour flight the first thing we did in paris was take a nap for a few hours and then hit the city!
the first place we ate at, the first place we got ripped off, and the last time we EVER got ripped off.
Day two: Monday
Lyle's first of many surprises was a 4 hour walking tour of the city with a persian. It was so much fun and interesting. We learned so much history of the city and saw things we as tourist would have ever seen, discovered our favorite boulangerie, and found free water.
waking up to this made me smile
Favorite boulangerie
smallest street in Paris
Amazing tart! Bought a few :)
Day three: Tuesday
Ok how sweet and amazing is this. Lyle knowing my love and passion for photography surprised me with a private 4 hr tour with a paris photographer, teaching and taking us to some amazing place in paris that we would have never found. I seriously was in tears of how thoughtful it was! He seriously is the best husband ever.
only some of our shoots from the day.
One of my favorite's from the day. Water reflection of buildings behind me
best caprese salad
:)
The cocount marshmallows were a hit :)
Day four: Wednesday
I WAS SO EXCITED! Lyle rented a vespa for the last 3 days of our trip and let me just tell you, it was a adventure to say the least. It was the one thing I wanted to do it Paris and thought we would only have it for a hour or so but no, for 3 days! It was a blast. So on top of surprising me with a vespa for 3 days he planned a whole day filled with a picnic at the amazing Versailles. The day absolutely perfect! I can say for both of us that it was our favorite day! :)
Day five: Thursday
Museum day finally. So you think when you're in Paris that you will spend most of your time inside museums but that was not the case. Not that we didn't want to, almost every day that we tried they were close. In August a lot is closed and only open on certain days. Nevertheless, we finally made it to the Louvre. Got some great shots of pieces in the museums after being yelled at times HA
Day Six: Friday
Last day in Paris was filled with last minute things we wanted to see. A few amazing parks and gardens, visiting our favorite spots one last time and amazing dinner at FL family owned restaurant! It finally set in that we were actually in Paris knowing we had to leave the beautiful city the next morning! It was all a dream come true.
the rest is history in the making. ;)
loved reading the journey~
ReplyDelete