Park City Wedding

On Saturday, with the kids at grandma's, we went to the most beautiful wedding for my husband's boss's daughter.  It was the first time either of us had been to a wedding where one of us didn't know the bride or groom personally.  Nonetheless, it was absolutely exquisite and we were treated like family members.   The kind you like.

I spent the week prior to the wedding trying to find a dress to wear.  Do you know how hard it is to find a dress for a thin 5'10' frame?  Really, really, freaking hard!  I started looking online for one perfect dress to order, then as my frustration grew I ordered about ten dresses from Nordstrom.com thinking that surely one of them would fit.  Nope.  After blowing $25 on overnight shipping (procrastinating is a talent), not one of those dresses was remotely flattering.  I did find out, however, that an extra-large would fit me in length.  There are always alterations, I suppose.  Finally, running out of time and not wanting to spend a small fortune on a dress I didn't love, I borrowed a dress from a friend who happens to have a compulsion for buying dresses.  Thank you, Amy, for letting me shop your closet.

The ceremony was in a beautiful, stone church in Park City, UT.  Uneven stone slab steps that threatened to break my walking-in-four-inch-heels-ankles lead up to the chapel doors.  I didn't mind risking injury though, because they added to the ambience.  As we entered the chapel I moved self-consciously to seat myself in one of the back pews, when Anthony alerted me that I had breezed right past the usher who was supposed to be my escort.  He looked entertained.  And confused.  Oops!  I walked back and let him guide me to my seat.

The bride looked like a Greek goddess in her one-shoulder lace gown and train-length lace veil.  It was like every little girls dream.  Or at least mine.  I am a sucker for wedding dresses and this one did not disappoint.  Add to that that the wedding was officiated by a priest from the Vatican (the groom's cousin) and I'd say it was pretty amazing.  

The bride wore this gown by Ulla Maija Couture

The ceremony was followed by a reception at the Hotel Park City.  On arrival, we were directed through the lobby to a white tent on the grounds.  Waiters were milling around with trays of appetizers and flutes of champagne.  We were feeling pretty fancy.  Then, as is bound to happen when least convenient, an appetizer exploded all down Anthony's tie only ten minutes into the evening.  Though not something he wanted to deal with, at least ties are easily removable.  I don't think he minded terribly.  

The table centerpieces were an assortment of mercury glass vases and pots filled with succulents.  Spherical, white paper lanterns were strung in rows overhead.  And the wedding cake?  Breath-taking.  White fondant, with white roses trailing down from the top in a soft zig-zag..  It was simple and understated and absolutely perfect for the occasion.  The groom's cake was gorgeous too.  A chocolate cake with sheets of chocolate wrapped around each tier and topped with sugar-dusted berries.

We ate, we mingled, and we danced.  Then we danced some more.  We could've stayed late into the evening, but there were little boys waiting to go home to their beds.  The day really was pretty fantastic.    The best part, though, was spending time with that guy sitting next to me.  I love him so much.