Why is it that some of the best things in life start out as some of the hardest, most frustrating moments?
This summer flew past. A haze of sweltering heat and torn muslin. Working full time, traveling to LA to visit Drew and planning a wedding in a very short time frame makes for a rather hectic season (don’t you worry, I will go into all the details about that magical day once I can sort it all out).
We then drove across country, started a life together, had to find a new home, and work on major projects all at the same time. Just a little busy.
This trip to Michigan has been no exception. We ventured back to the land of crisp air that bites your loungs and vivid fall colors that make you swoon, in order to host our wedding reception (our actual wedding was tiny and my mother wanted a large event filled with everyone we knew, so we compromised and hosted a massive party for all to enjoy at a later date). We had the event at our friends gallery space, making sure that every bit of it was as custom, unique, and festive as we dreamed, but it also made for a lot of work before hand.
At the start of the week we didn’t think much of this, we figured, “hey we have time, it won’t be so bad”… tragically we were incredibly off base.
Friday arrived far too quickly with far too little accomplished. Drew had been a champion light hanger and got the 30+ strands of Christmas lights hung over the entire gallery during the week, but that task was so time consuming that little else was even attainable (not to mention that my choice to work 25-34 hours in three days highly affected our time management issues). We started the day rushing about, running around picking up linnens and setting up tables, sweeping floors, and setting decor. Before we knew it we were hangry and the evil little rage-monsters that can’t find satisfaction inside all of the things we were accomplishing began to rear their ugly heads.
The discontent feeling sunk deep into our spirits as we rushed trying to get more done than was humanly possible. Everything finally came to a head in a furry of frustration. At the moment when we felt like it was all going to fall apart an email from a dear friend saved the day. Eric Johnson, from Gorilla Pictures, filmed our wedding and when he approached Drew about the project he had such a dreamy vision that we agreed right away. When the file arrived with beyond perfect timing on Friday, Drew and I sat down, pressed play, and with the first strum of the guitar I immediately began to cry.
The beauty and magic of that film broke us down and we instantly felt relief.
With a fresh start we hustled to get ready, put the finishing touches on the space, stuffed pizza in our mouths and rushed into our party attire as guests were arriving. All of this could have landed us right back where we started, but it didn’t. The magic of that moment, watching our wedding video, carried us through the night.
Friends poured in, the music began. Guests drank coffee, by Rowsters New American Coffee Bar, ate beyond incredible desserts from Whats Bacon and Rita Girl’s Bakery and got all bougie at our byob custom cocktail bar. A toast was made, we sang our dearest friends wonderful new lady happy birthday and as friends and loved ones toasted and cheered we passed the mic off and gathered on the dance floor, because after all it was an occasion to celebrate.
DJ ZRocka turned up the volume and the room came alive. The floor began to flex and pulse with a sea of bodies moving in tumultuous motion. Flashes sparked around the room capturing the moments, freezing memories in time…
To make a long saga a little shorter I will finish with this: There is so much good, so much love, so much joy, and so much hope in the world. Shimmers of magic spark through all of the dark that we allow ourselves to sink into, look for it and hold on when you see it because the sparks will light up the dark and get you through.
*Cheers to you all, there will be more stories from this trip soon, so sorry for my tardiness in posting. Life is a blur of adventure but I will keep you informed as the crazy ride continues.