"My Colors are Blush and Bashful"

No, pink is not my signature color.  It's Shelby's and she can have it.  Nothing against pink.  We've actually grown to be friends, pink and I (the color, that is).  But I came across Steel Magnolias while I was flipping through the channels the other day.  I must have seen it a dozen or so times, I must have.  Except all the other times I sat through this tear-jerker, I didn't pay attention to the wedding.  How is it possible that I never realized that Shelby had a backyard wedding?

  

Watching her wedding at this point in my life resonated with me so much more than it ever had. Truth be told, Bear and I started talking about marriage around the time that he was in the market for a house.  He had been looking for a home on a lake, and part of me hoped he would find one, for so many reasons.  Is it crazy to say that if he had found a house on a lake,  I may have pushed for a backyard wedding?

Crazy or not, I am smitten with the idea of a wedding that takes place on our own territory, if you will.  A place where I can don a beautiful dress and kick off my shoes, if I want to. We can be as formal as we want to be, because it's home.  Don't get me wrong, I love our venue.  It's everything I could want in a venue that isn't my own backyard.   And I know there are hangups for planning a celebration in your own backyard--um hello, toilets, generators, neighbors and red velvet armadillo cakes (to name a few).   

I'm still a fan of the backyard wedding. A big fan.  HUGE, even.  So thanks, Shelby.  Your (fake) wedding is officially a little bit of inspiration for our wedding.