Ashley planned and decorated herself, with the help of her cheap labor (family). She made our beautiful paper flower bouquets and the guys' bootineers as well as her veil/hair piece. Paper cones held sprinkles that were thrown at the couple (they ended up being mighty sticky in the heat!), a Bible was left open for folks to highlight their favorite Bible verse for the couple, guests "signed" in with a thumbprint on a tree (she'll frame that later), guests took home birdseed favors to hang in their tree at home (cut in shapes of hearts and VTs, of course), chalkboards were found all over that included some of their favorite quotes, birds and bird cages hung, and wildflowers sat in glass milk bottles.
Landon caught the garter and was really concerned that he was going to have to marry the (really cute) girl that caught the bouquet!
The kids enjoyed coloring and bubbles that were at the kid's table during the reception. And Carter and Olive were obsessed with marrying each other.
We've got a tradition in the Bagley family where you're not really considered married until your car has been confetti'ed. It all started back in 2002 (at mine and Christopher's wedding) when the cousins decided to put confetti in EVERYTHING. I mean everything...the air vents, our luggage, etc. We still find a piece every now and then. I think it started with me putting confetti in birthday cards so that it fell out whenever the birthday boy or girl opened the card (note to self: start that back up). So, to get me back for all that confetti'ing, they confetti'ed Christopher's Mustang GT. So...its tradition now. Everyone gets it. After some searching, lying, maybe even a few tears, Josh begrudgingly DUG HIS KEY FOB OUT OF THE PLANT and handed it over to us. Now, this is definitely a cousin affair but based on these pictures, who do you think the main confetti culprit is? ;) (Go ahead and say it, Matt. You love me!)
Many more\pictures to come... (You didn't think I'd leave out the million pictures that I took of my cute boys, did you?)
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