I’m coming down with something and don’t have a recipe to share today, but quick, before the Nyquil kicks in, I thought you should know about this wedding.
Laura and Peter, my lifelong cousin and brand new cousin, respectively, were married this weekend at the beautifully hilly, wooded and woodchipped Miquon School in Philadelphia.
They’d spent months planning their day, from the sunflower-strewn outdoor ceremony on rustic wood benches to the cozy, tented reception beneath the October foliage, champagne-flowing and music ringing through the trees above.
The booze and the music cooperated. The weather, on the other hand, did not.
The Miquon School saw heavy rain, then sleet, then snow, and then, just for good measure, more rain and freezing sleet, all day on Saturday, the day of the wedding. It rained through the ceremony and sleeted through the reception, and decided to stop just when the party was over. Of course.
You’d think an outdoor wedding would be diminished, if not entirely ruined, by a freak October nor’easter. In this case, you’d be wrong.
photograph by the amazing Joe Foley
We swapped heavy boots for pretty heels, hid our formal wear under downy jackets, wrapped our fingers around cups of hot spiked cider during the ceremony, danced around chilly drips through the tent during the reception, and y’know what? We loved every minute of it. We snuggled on wood benches through the beautifully intimate ceremony. We ate macaroni and cheese. We listened to Teddy sing Bruce Springsteen while Laura and Peter had their first dance. We cried, kind of a lot. Peter wore Converse sneakers and an incredible smile, and Laura was a stunning, stunning bride. We lifted them both in chairs, and then danced around the beer bottle. So much happiness, so much love. So much scotch and soda.
Joe Foley Photography
Snow and all, couldn’t have been better.