We traveled to Connecticut, the state where my husband spend many of his childhood years. We left on a Friday morning and arrived that evening.
We spent a delightful Saturday morning building fire trucks at a local Lowes Build and Grow. Then my hubby took us down memory lane and showed the kids the house he lived in, the school he attended, and even the ice rink where he broke his hand because he was dumb and punched the outside brick wall. (yeah, I know – the things boys do.)
I hadn’t rode on one of those since I was in High School, but instead of heading to school — we were transported to a small beef farm where my brother-in-law was getting married.
Even the beef cows were in attendance. During the ceremony, these cows had a few things to say as well. I hope someone videoed it for later, as I’m sure in years to come the “mooing” during the couple’s vows will be trigger smiles and giggles as it did when it was happening.
All the bridesmaids were lovely and held a rich assortment of bright fall boutiques wearing their cowboy boots.
All the guest were encouraged to wear their cowboy boots. Dancing took place on the cement pad in front of the barn, and the bar area in the equipment pavilion.
Loved it, but sad I didn’t have any cowboy boots. Mine have gone MIA after all these years from the tack cupboard. I suppose I know what to put on my Christmas list this year.
In any event, farms are definitely a place for weddings. And fall is definitely a great time of year to get married.