Angell's Forever, Part IV

Angell's Forever, Part IV

Our reception was held under the apple trees of Murphy Orchards, it was filled with local food, laughs, and lingering conversation. Our dinner was a farm to table, everything was grown right in New York from our favorite farms, and even our own home.

The various salads were the first course of our communal farm to table gathering, all which were loving made an amazing friend & home chef extraordinaire. Each of the four different salads were so delicious, and I occasionally try to remake them at home. Of course, out of everything in the entire world we could have had, pizza was our go too. We had so many memories of when Brian was a missionary, and when we were dating of making pizza. It's a family tradition I have always loved, and it meant even more sharing it with him.

On Friday morning, the day before, a group of my closest ladies came over to help prep & place the toppings on one hundred flatbread pizzas. The local feta cheese, was a gift from my favorite goat farm & dear friend.  Oh, and every single pizza, dough & all, was made from scratch thanks to my chef mama, and then grilled thanks to our "Pizza Angel Trio" as we like to call them. 

Our cake was divine, a chocolate beet cake, also made by my chef mama. It was frosted & decorated by Haas of Rachel, topped with florals gifted by Graciel, from the Soul in Bloom. Both Graciel & Rachel were professional while still being personal, and completely went above and beyond our expectations. 

Not only did we have our big cake, but each wedding guest received their very own chocolate beet cake, which was hand dipped in chocolate ganache, topped with white artisan buttercream frosting. Each was decorated with a dark chocolate monogrammed "A" the same that was on our invites, all of which Rachel hand pipped herself, and had fresh raspberries, and fresh chocolate mint from our garden. To go with each cake, guests were then served ice cold local milk. You can imagine how sad we were when our photos arrived in the mail and there wasn't a single photo of those heavenly desserts. 

Delighted and charmed by the day, it was the details that overall mattered to us, for instance, our chair backers were cut & created by my brother, my dad made all of the stakes for our white banners lining the driveway entering Murphy's, my mom helped me make the concrete planters for our centerpieces, and each linen napkin was sewn and hand frayed. We couldn't have made this day happen with out so many loving hearts and helping hands.

For our party favors, my saint of a mom canned & made beautiful cherry & peach jams. Cherry being Brian's favorite, and peach being mine. Once again, thanks to my favorite ladies for helping me wrap, and wax seal each jar too.

Instead of doing a traditional guest book, we had a Polaroid camera. Each photo was taken at our photobooth, with little messages on the back or front, and then hung in the tree for others to see. I absolutely love that at the end of the evening we had a giant stack of photos, already tangible for us to hold, read, & cherish. 

I would relive our wedding day a thousand times if I could. 
At the end of the day, the only real detail that mattered was that I was making eternal promises with him, in the holiest place on earth. He is my safe harbor, my north star, and my husband. 

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