Not to sound pessimistic, and please don't hate me for saying this, but weddings can tend to be contrived, over the top, showy events that lack any genuine reality or meaning. At its worst, the 'once in a life time' event revolves around manufacturing a perfect image, worrying about what people think/their judgement, who brought what present/how much it cost, and the oh so amazingly terrible and pretentious genre of wedding food. If I haven't turned you off too much by my scathing worst of weddings talk, please read on, because the wedding of Matt and Mandy in Minnesota, it pleases me to say was just the opposite of that.
We had NO idea what to expect from the dairy farm wedding that brought us to Minnesota in the first place, but I have to say this was one of the most beautiful events I have ever had the pleasure to attend. Growing up in San Diego county we have our fair share of beauty - beautiful people, beautiful landscapes, beautiful weather...but sometimes the genuine reality gets lost in all this beautiful imagery. Now I know I am generalizing, sorry for that, but the experience on the farm really threw me for a loop - in a good way.
The multigenerational family dairy and corn farm held the wedding, the reception and some interesting entertainment (thanks to the cows...). For my mom's birthday, I wrote up our whole Minnesota adventure, but I would love to share the description of our experience on the farm that day, part one follows:
The uneventful drive through Minnesota’s hilly countryside, dotted with small and large lakes, took around an hour and a half. We arrived at the family cattle farm ten minutes before the ceremony; a cowboy directed Al to park down past the silos, near the reception barn. Cows, corn, corn, and corn filled every view. We walked up the small hill, past one of the cow sheds peppered with frolicking farm cats, toward a quaint barn where Mandy and Matt would take their vows. Six arched rows of hay bales, split in the center, sat friends and family of both bride and groom. Heat and humidity forced many of the attendants to use the paper program as fans.
Ann spotted the pink boots under the red-headed flower girl’s puffy white dress. The six year old girl pulled a wagon carrying her little sister in a sea of white toile. Two little boys in tuxedos also wore cowboy boots, black ones with silver lining the toes. The procession followed with two bridesmaids in deep purple, and two groomsmen in matching ties. The bride, escorted by her father, wore a mid-length veil, a single strapped, gathered white matte satin dress, and peeking out below the hem, cowboy boots. She met her black hat wearing, tuxedoed cowboy at the end of the aisle, they walked up towards the middle-aged preacher, and after twenty minutes in the sunlight, became husband and wife.
To Be Continued...