It’s my first wedding post! So far wedding planning has been a breeze. Most of this probably has to do with Robby and I being pretty easy going people and wanting the same things. It also helps that he actually WANTS to be involved in the planning!
On our drive back from Ojai for my birthday weekend we set a date, made a preliminary guest list, and also decided on the wedding party. By that evening I had chosen flowers for my bouquet, a song for my Dad and I to dance to, and also finalized that all the flowers at the wedding will be white, cream, and ivory. We also know his grandfather will officiate the wedding as he has done for Robby’s brothers at their weddings.
The next big thing that was decided was where would we get married. It came down to mostly a financial decision. Oregon will be a much more affordable state to marry in than California. I looked up a couple chapels in the area before we flew back to Portland and upon seeing the first one…
HOLD UP… I have to slow down a bit and tell you about this moment of crossing over the bridge.
We are driving across a bridge over a river flocked with trees on both sides. While we cross the bridge Robby remembers that this is the river he and his brother went fishing at with their Dad. He was about 12 years old. His parents divorced when he was very young and his Dad was not really in the picture that often. This was the only time his Dad would ever visit them in Oregon and he took them fishing and taught them how to fish. Robby lost his father a couple of years ago, so at the mention of this, I knew he had mixed feelings of sadness and happiness all at once and I squeezed his hand tightly.
We crossed over the bridge and went around a bend…and there was the CHAPEL! This small picture perfect white chapel set right into the forest. A little wooden fence covered in moss lead up to a small hill dotted with small white daisies. The sun was streaming through the tall trees. It was perfect.
And I pretty much lost it.
As you’ve guessed by now, I’m quite sensitive and I’m very sentimental. I leaped out of the car and I think I just threw my purse somewhere on the grounds. And I was crying “Oh it’s perfect! It’s absolutely perfect!” We both knew it! I ran right up to Robby and jumped into his arms and he spun me around. Seriously, if it were a scene from a movie, y’all would be like “OMG cut the cheese!” And we both laughed and I teared up a bit.
We had gotten a key (from a little red grocery store way down the road, that’s where they keep it, ha!) and let ourselves into the little chapel. Even more perfect! Dark wood pews, an antique piano, all white inside, and those arched windows! The only thing I didn’t like was the red carpet rolled down the middle. THAT will be covered up with something else. White probably.
Then it got a bit better! The church would also provide tables and chairs for a reception and my worst thought was these were probably going to be hideous (plastic fantastic, yick)…and instead they are vintage wooden picnic tables and benches! YES! So, another decision decide. The reception will be outdoors under a white tent with picnic tables. Rain or shine!
I really fell in love with this church. I loved where it was. I loved that Robby had a happy memory from his childhood connected to the place. I loved that he loved it. I love that it’s so simple, no fuss. We won’t be overdoing the decor here. The surroundings is already so magnificent enough!
I literally just realized I color coordinate the chapel. See what I mean, it’s meant to be!