As I approach my one-year anniversary and watch as fresh engagements continue to blow up my Facebook feed, I vividly remember the days I spent planning my own wedding. I loved having an excuse to be creative... to put together my own personal "dream team" of vendors to achieve a wedding that, in my mind, was as close to perfect as possible! My husband, Zach, helped with budgeting decisions... but the aesthetic was all me. (Sorry, Zach. You knew the truth would come out eventually.)
It was overcast, and the wind hummed as a Spring storm slowly made its way towards Amherst. It didn't matter that the sun was hiding, because everything was so serene, and Lexi, our then gorgeous-mama-to-be, glowed while effortlessly taking direction in the wildflower fields. Her dress danced in the breeze as she carried a basket of simple, yet beautifully arranged florals. The mountains stood tall in the distance - past the vast, open fields - a seeming parallel to the larger-than-life experience that is pregnancy.
