One way to complicate wedding planning is to pile health issues on top of it. Back in June and July of this year, I was really feeling the stress of having liver disease and what that meant for our wedding. Since hearing the great news that my liver seems to be behaving now, Erik & I have been able to focus on planning our big day. This will be the first of multiple blog posts that chronicle our planning process.
Being a wedding photographer, I’ve had the advantage of having a decent idea of the venues in our area. I’ve also studied other photographers’ work and have had knowledge of some venues that way as well. That’s where I found this lovely space. I showed it to Erik and we both immediately fell in love with it and made plans to go check it out.
The property was in the middle of being set up for the wedding booked for that day, but we got to walk around and take a look at everything. The space is rather small, which works out nicely for us since we are planning on having a very small, intimate wedding.
The lawn in the back is my favorite part about the venue:
Trying to talk about our plans without giving away all of our little secrets is proving to be difficult, haha. It’s really exciting to us so I want to go on about it, but I also want to leave a lot of stuff to the imagination as well. Like this little project we received in the mail earlier this week:
It’s so hard not to show the rest!
Anyway, that’s where we’re at so far. Back at home, it’s finally locals’ summer. For those who are reading from outside the Jersey shore, locals’ summer is the group of weeks between Labor Day and the first day of autumn when the folks who live at the shore get to experience what’s great about summer in New Jersey without the tourists. It’s what us locals look forward to all summer long. To celebrate, we went to the boardwalk to go mini golfing with my Mom.
The weather was so perfect, as were all of my Mom’s facial expressions after almost every putt she made, haha.
The 5th hole had this spinny-thing that told you how you had to putt at that hole. I had to use only my hand, while Erik had to stand like a flamingo. This was the beginning of my demise.
Then, it happened: I got a hole-in-one!
And now: a compilation of my mom failing to play mini golf.
It was a fun evening with an incredible sunset! We were the last people there (oops) and the poor guy running the place had to wait until we finished before he could go home. Sorry about that!
Thanks for reading,