Ok. So, we had this little thing called Lovefest back in July.

I never envisioned myself as a bride. I never felt that marriage was a necessity, for us. I never longed for a wedding of my own. That’s just the way it was.

After we found out that we were pregnant in February some of that changed. After more than a decade together, Jordan and I decided we’d like to join forces and become husband and wife. After that informal decision was made we didn’t actually do anything to bring it into fruition… For months. Like, for a lot of months. We enjoyed the pregnancy, giddy with the thought of a little baby to love and adore. We bought baby clothes and began getting the house ready. We had dreams and we laughed and we celebrated what was to come… but the wedding thing was very much in the background. We knew we wanted to marry, but we didn’t quite know what it would look like, when it would happen, or how it would happen. Fast forward to 30 days before the wedding… my 5th month of pregnancy. It was go time.

We started piecing together what a perfect celebration would look and feel like, without using a traditional wedding formula. We wanted the celebration to feel like a weekend with friends and family– a fun Summer gathering that was more about bathing suits and ice pops.

Lovefest was different. Lovefest was a celebration and a union… it was its very own thing that so perfectly suited us.

With a very small group of friends and family surrounding us, we said our vows. Our brothers married us, and my sweet Nonni surprised us with her presence, making the day feel complete. It still makes my heart feel warm every time I think about the short walk I took, hooking arms with my Mom and Dad, to land in front of Jordan. Life is so sweet.

Photo Credits: Victoria Gloria Photography