Two weeks ago, we headed down to the Nashville, Indiana area for my brother-in-law’s outdoor country wedding. Brad was co-Best Man with his youngest brother and Owen was the ring bearer.
Owen did a great job during the three times they rehearsed the night before the wedding under the reception tent– he even carried the sign. At first I told him Brad had a sucker waiting for him at the end of the aisle, but he didn’t take the bait. So I told him Brad had blueberries (currently his favorite food), and he hightailed it down the aisle.
Here we are at the rehearsal dinner. It must’ve been bright because we’re bringing our squinty game.
The rehearsal dinner and wedding took place in the grassy field across the road from the house my brother-in-law, Matt, and new sister-in-law, Becca, live in. Pretty cool to say you were married across the road from where you lived, right?
The ceremony was in front of two big trees, while the reception was under a large tent.
A week before the wedding, the forecast was great– a high of 75 and sunny. But as the day got closer, the forecast changed to a high of 80 and scattered rain and thunderstorms, which made me nervous because there’s nothing worse than a 100% outdoor wedding and rain. I mean, there are worse things like tornados, but you get what I’m saying.
A couple hours before the start of the wedding, Owen, Brad’s cousin (Melissa), and I headed out to the wedding venue from our hotel. Instead of wrinkling my dress and Owen wrinkling his outfit on the 20 minutes drive to the location, I decided Owen and I would get dressed at the house, and then walk across the road to the venue.
I got Owen dressed in his ring bearer outfit first, and then I ran into the bathroom to throw on my dress. In the meantime, Owen spilled something on his white button down shirt. Thank goodness I prepared for something like this and brought an extra white button down for him. So I had to quickly remove his bow tie and shirt, and then put the new shirt on followed by the bow tie– all while he screamed because what 22 month old wants to be manhandled into wearing a button down and bow tie– twice? While I was changing Owen it started to downpour outside. And by downpour, I mean DOWNPOUR. We ended up getting stuck in the house for 20-30 minutes while we waited for the rain to let up.
Isn’t he adorable in his ring bearer outfit?
The one positive of rain and humidity? Owen’s hair was super curly.
While the groomsmen and dads dried off the wedding ceremony chairs (they decided to go ahead with having the wedding outside in front of the trees), Owen and I hung out in the tent, where he proceeded to use me as a race car track.
The ceremony location was very picturesque with the grass, trees, and rolling hills. It definitely didn’t require much in the decorations department.
Unfortunately, Owen never made it down the aisle. He started getting upset and crying 10 minutes before it was time for him to walk down the aisle, and he wouldn’t let me put him down. I would’ve walked down the aisle with him but he was a crying, snotty mess so I opted to tap out and take a seat with him.
He’s going to have to redeem himself at the end of July when he’ll serve as a ring bearer at Melissa’s wedding.
Becca wore a beautiful satin, ivory gown, and the guys dressed in gray suits.
In the middle of the ceremony it started to rain. The bridal party and the first couple of rows were mostly shielded from the rain because of the trees, but the rest of the guests were doused with rain. I remember looking back and seeing one of our friends using her date’s suit coat as a makeshift umbrella. Some people urged the pastor to speed things along because the guests were started to get soaked, but he seemed unfazed (probably because he couldn’t feel the rain, but you could definitely see it) and told everyone to calm down and “wait a minute”. *Insert shocked look emoji*
When the rain started to come down in sheets, I grabbed Owen and stood under one of the trees to the right of the groomsmen for cover. Once they were pronounced husband and wife, the wedding guests simultaneously cheered and bolted for the tent. I huddled under Brad’s aunt’s umbrella with Owen on my hip, and we ran across the grassy field to the tent. The entire time I kept saying to myself “Please don’t fall… Please don’t fall…” because I was wearing 3-inch wedges, and I could see myself falling, while carrying my kid. Thankfully, we made it under the tent without injury.
Here’s the best photo we got of the three us. As you can see by looking at Owen’s hair and Brad’s suit, it was quite the downpour.
For reference, here’s a short video I took of the rain after getting under the tent. It was a doozy.
And while there was only photographic evidence on Snapchat (chelsea221blog), when we got into the tent Melissa held Owen for a little bit. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue but being that she recently dyed portions of her hair bright red and her hair was wet from the rain, red hair dye ended up staining the front of Owen’s white shirt and suspender shorts (the outfit he’s also supposed to wear for her wedding). Thank goodness for Persil 2in1.
They did a fantastic job landscaping around the outside of the tent and adding tons of ferns, petunias, and other flowers around the inside perimeter of the tent. Only the corners of the tent were covered, which allowed guests to take in the quaint views.
And it wouldn’t be a rustic country wedding without a pallet present. The planner in me loved the schedule of events displayed for everyone to see.
Unfortunately, due to all the rain, the ground was completely saturated under the tent, and everyone had to walk through an inch or two of standing water/mud. Oof, it’s like we couldn’t catch a break. But the bride and groom rolled with the punches pretty well.
The centerpieces were pretty wooden boxes filled with baby’s breath and garden roses. I love using baby’s breath in arrangements because it’s inexpensive, filling, and hardy.
There was a rustic popcorn bar set up for guests to enjoy after the ceremony.
They had different gourmet seasonings to shake onto the popcorn.
I’m bummed I didn’t get to try any because I was too busy trying to chase Owen around and not spill my (much needed) wine.
The four-tier wedding cake was adorned with hydrangea, baby’s breath, and garden roses– perfect for a summer wedding. I loved the old crates they used for the cake stand. Without the crates and rose petals, the cake wouldn’t have stood out as much on the white tablecloth.
I had to ask Brad what the groom’s cake was depicting. I knew it was a Star Wars reference because my brother-in-law loves Star Wars. In case you’re wondering, it’s Hans Solo in carbonite.
Whatever that means.
Brad and his youngest brother, Chris, did a great job on the Best Men toast– mostly because I helped write 80% of it.
They could’ve worked on the memorization part though.
Toward the end of the evening, all the foot traffic started to take a toll on the ground.
I was just thankful I brought an extra change of clothes and shoes for Owen and me. Brad was on his own in that department.
While things under our feet were muddy, things above the ground were beautiful once the rain moved out.
Doesn’t it look like a Bob Ross painting? Happy little trees.
I’m sure we’ll be able to look back one day and laugh about how Owen didn’t make it down the aisle, our mud caked shoes and clothes, and disheveled appearances in photos. But let this be a cautionary tale of Mother Nature’s unfavorable capabilities if you or someone you know has dreams of an outdoor wedding, and they aren’t a roll with the punches type of person.