I sat here on this very chair several weeks ago, thinking about how much must have happened in this room.  I was sitting in the “mud room” of a family whose only daughter was getting married.  I looked at the coats on the hooks, and wondered how many nights and days they had been worn out in the cold while their owner tended to the cows or worked in the fields.  I looked at the gloves and boots covered in dirt and wondered how fences they had fixed or mud puddles they had walked through.  From my spot on this stool, I could see into the kitchen, and I wondered how many meals had been made – how many good “chats” had happened – how many hugs and tears had been shared.

From this spot, on this stool, I saw a family –  a hard-working family – getting ready for a very special day.  They were getting ready for a day that would never be forgotten.  They were getting ready for a day that they had been preparing for – for a lifetime.

This wedding was so very special in so many ways. 

I met Perrie and her fiance over a year ago when they first got engaged and were looking for someone to help them document their day.  They were so kind and wonderful to be with.  I learned that they both came from very strong families.  I learned that they were both finishing up their college and had been together for quite sometime.  I learned that they were madly in love with one another and could hardly wait to spend the rest of their lives together.  I learned they valued family, love, and one another.  I learned that this was a special couple that I was going to have the honor of working with. 

This wedding was also so special because of all the details that they connected to their family.  Perrie was going to be wearing her mothers dress, a veil she made herself, and walking down the aisle with the same sixpense in her boot that her mother had in hers.  Her aunties all pulled together plan the wedding, create the decorations, and make the cake.  Neighbors came to prepare the food and set up the tents.  The same pastor that married her parents  . . . yes the very same man that blessed their parents marriage, was there to preform this ceremony.  And the cake was topped with the very same cake topper that was on her parents cake.

The whole day was touched by love – love that had been held through generations – love that was being passed on to Ty and Perrie.

I was so excited to be a part.  After you are done looking at few of the wedding pictures, make sure to check out their whole wedding album HERE.

View Ty and Perrie Neal’s wedding album HERE!