Natalie and I were driving down to Le Chateau in the early morning, with the orange leaves just starting to really turn on the trees. We were literally the 1st ones there at the venue. I set up the details to shoot in a room that was clearly not meant to be open with tables turned upside down, but I liked the worn texture of all the beat up furniture. I was kind of struck by the cufflinks-mini hammers and scissors? But I got a full explanation during the ceremony. Matthew had written Jeffrey a poem titled the Tailor and the Carpenter. This was not a regular kind of hokey poem. Oh no! This was a freaking amazing feat that had even Matthew crying. Can I mention yet again how much I love hand written vowels or poems or what ever? Or even picking a very personal  book or poem makes all the difference. Whether it’s people bend over laughing or crying, I’m a sucker for a well thought out and very personal ceremony.

Beep Beep! I’m slightly scooter ignorant apparently. I didn’t know there are all kinds of scooters. Including the amazing Buddy that Brigid and Ximena rode in on. Brigid for real gets around New Haven on this thing. I, for one, am insanely jealous. It sounds like they get to have many an adventure all over town with the Buddy scooter.

Edgerton Park is a park in New Haven that’s kinda set away. Lots of dogs and their owners prance around. But mostly, it was us goofing off. They both played croquet in college, where they met. So it was a must to include in our park engagement fun. But you can’t play croquet, or at least they can’t play croquet, without amazingly retro outfits. I mean, lord! Did we stumble out of a 50′s movie?

And I’m going to be very serious for a moment people. Dead serious. Brigid is a very very mean dinosaur (see the last pictures). She has a killer roar. What I forgot to tell her because I was laughing too hard was I’m a dinosaur too. But a very interesting breed, you see. I’m a traptor. Yup. A t-rex and raptor hybrid. My wife came up with this nickname after one too many dinosaur movies and me walking around and roaring. So watch out.

I feel so unable to say anything interesting after the intense and meaningful post that Becca has already, herself, posted. You should read it all. Soak it in.

“There’s no way to describe how relief and joy mingle when you arrive at your venue and find ten friends and family members already on site at 9am, with coffee, ready to string papel picado from the rafters and set up chairs on the field. Or how it feels to watch the soul of a wedding unfold as your community gathers around to make your wedding happen and come to life, with friendship-love and family-love and romantic-love layering upon each other in the most perfect expression of joy you’ve ever experienced.”

Exactly.