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Today is Tim and my actual anniversary. Happy five years to us!
And, fittingly enough, this is all about the details. Which just goes to show you how anal we both are…with everything. Even the tiny things.
Remember how I said the other day (yesterday? I don’t remember) Tim and I were ALL ABOUT THE DETAILS with our wedding?
Anything small and seemingly insignificant that also looks awesome and just MAKES IT PERFECT?
WE DID THAT.
(It took three days to figure out how to curve the text to fit onto those small stickers, FYI.
(I can’t take credit for the flowers…but they’re pretty, right?)
My mom had the sign made…and put this together…thanks, mom!
We tied the ribbons around the pots. We made the cards inside the pots (growing instructions on one side, poem significant to our relationship on the other).
Votives…added by us.
Pretty beaded stems of the champagne flutes?
Made by us.
Sign-a-ble picture frame…not made by us but, still.
All those pictures of us in those frames?
(Well, obviously us, but we picked them out. Printed them. Put them together. ETC)
This picture again? Yes. Why?
See the table number stands?
Not only did we MAKE them, each table had a different picture AND corresponding story about Tim and me. ALL UNIQUE. ALL DIFFERENT.
You can also see the votives and the small glass containers that held the Hershey’s kisses…
And this one again because….we provided the jars…tied the ribbons around the jars. Made those cards people are writing on…I even bought those hydrangeas from Whole Foods the day before the wedding…ETC.
We also made the wedding programs. And our wedding invitations.
I probably should have known things were about to get real when I had a fit about the evenness of the holes getting punched in the invitations and the direction the bow was tied (MUST. BE. HORIZONTAL.) and had brother Mason freaked out and putting stamps on the RSVP envelopes straight as an arrow, like a boss.
The look on brother Troy’s face says it all. Pretty much, “My makeshift name tag says ‘I’m just here to be the holder.'”
I won’t even tell you how long it took us to find a tree that would be “acceptable” and how many different variations of brown there are…and how we purchased a special font…and how long it took us to get the little swirly thing below the tree to not have a space where it met with the trunk AND still look “right.” We also had a special wax seal for the outer envelope (that requires extra postage, FYI. My perfect invitations were ruined with THREE RANDOM STAMPS after the post mail returned them to my front doorstep all, “These won’t go through the machine.”)…
Ok. I admit. It was a little insane.
But weren’t they perfect??
(The outside flap where the velcro circle is (applied by us) also had a little double-heart charm…