It was almost five years ago to this date that I told my dad that I thought I’d met my husband. I hadn’t known Sherrod very long, but somehow I just knew. Even still, I played it cool. A few months later, he worked up the nerve to tell me that he’d thought I’d be his wife one day. We were in love.
And now, here we are. We’re still in love and it’s the day before our wedding…
The menus are set, the dresses are pressed, and the DIY projects have ceased. Together, we have pressed towards this day for many months. And it still seemingly has come up out of nowhere.
I’m really anxious to see how everything will come together. I have an idea of how most things will look, but I can’t be too certain. The vision is mostly my own since I did not hire a decorator. I’ve got my girls to help and I trust that they got it under control. Quite honestly, our venue didn’t need much to begin with.
I’ve talked a lot about the Olmsted in the past and our decision to go with a garden wedding. Who could resist this garden ceremony setup?
(Editor’s note: the Olmsted has closed its doors and is no longer in business.)
I couldn’t, and I’m really excited to see it take on a different look with our evening black and white wedding. Many black and white weddings use a lot of white, but we’re going to use more black instead. The garden will be outfitted with black resin chairs, a black aisle runner, and lots of white flower petals. I think our use of black in that space helps elevate the formality. Please join me in praying for clear skies… Atlanta’s weather is full of surprises these days.
On the inside of the building, the venue has wall to wall windows laced with white sheers. The table linens will be black with white napkins. And the tables won’t be complete without my DIY centerpieces inspired by photos I found on Pinterest. I have a lot to tell you about this DIY, but it will have to wait until after the wedding. Stayed tuned…
Today, I’m patting myself on the back for a job well done and brushing the dirt off my shoulder for anything that would’ve been nice but won’t happen. In the grand scheme of things, I’ve done everything I could and I won’t remember or care if a candle is out of place. I’m going to enjoy myself…
The day after tomorrow, I’ll wake up to the man I predicted would be my husband all those years ago. I will have a beautiful wedding, but my goal is a beautiful marriage. I know marriage won’t be smooth sailing BUT we are going to sail the heck outta that boat together…one day at a time.