The Year of the Weddings

We have been on pace for about one wedding every other weekend this summer. And my social butterfly husband's career as a professional groomsman continues.

My mom asked him a while back how many weddings he had been in. He said it is definitely in the teens. He couldn't even name them all.

This past weekend he was a groomsman in one of the coolest weddings I've been to.

But don't think that I just sat in the crowd alone. Heck no. With my husband up front, I took it upon myself to line up another date to keep me company.

Good ol' cousin Eddie.

He is a also a friend of the groom and was attending anyway. He graciously escorted me through the crowd of strangers. And thanks to his introductions, I ended the night with a lot of great new friends.

Our friend Craig married a sweet, sweet girl named Toria.

Her parents hosted the wedding at their beautiful farm in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley.

The view from their front yard is priceless.

The perfect backdrop for a summer wedding.

And you certainly can't complain when you are greeted at the ceremony by a bartender.

The bride was escorted down the aisle to music from a local bluegrass band.

It was all so beautiful.

I'm biased, but I think I snagged myself a pretty handsome husband.

He didn't wear his hat last week so his forehead could get a little sun.

He was spared from the wrath of my spray tan this time. 

After the ceremony, I walked around to the other side of the house.

I wanted to get a good picture of it.

I feel like I walked half a mile back and I still couldn't get the whole thing into frame.

Needless to say, it's beautiful and enormous.

The bride's family cleared out one of their barns for the wedding reception.

The atmosphere was perfect for a night of fun.

Craig and Toria are such a gorgeous couple.

And so in love.

Champagne fountains are over-rated.

That's why they opted for a bourbon fountain.

We'll just say it was a hit.

With a lot of people.

All night long.

The bride and groom flew in one of their favorite red dirt bands from Texas, the Rich O'Toole Band.

Their performance was awesome and they were cool guys. They had my husband come up on stage and play for a while. Hands down, the highlight of his night. Or probably life.



Towards the end of the night Cousin Eddie, a cattle auctioneer by trade, auctioned off the garter.

Some perv paid $195 for it.

Okay it was the best man.

And he's not a perv.

That I know of.