Here are a few details so that you can see too:
There were wedding bells, tiny ones, for every guest.
There was music, a swing band including the father of the bride, my husband.
The venue was an herbal garden tucked away in Oregon's Coast Range, about 30 minutes from home. It shimmered, buzzing with honeybees, in late summer glory.
This child scored a fondant acorn and a delicate sugar oak leaf. I feel sure that she will remember these details forever.
Flowers were brought by the armfuls from the local farmer's market that morning. Dahlias!
The bride's 2 year-old nephew had a quiet moment with her abandoned bouquet. Where did she go?
There she is, dancing with her handsome husband...
...and (can you believe it?) her 96 year old grandfather. He made the long flight from Chicago to Oregon in fine fettle.