It’s only been four months since our wedding in Cork, Ireland, but during the whirlwind of preparation and the butterflies, I had forgotten some of the small details of the day. Looking through our pictures makes it feel like it was just yesterday.
That morning I woke up a stressball, something likely expected by most who know me. I immediately started to clean my room and prepare for it to be taken over by our hair and makeup artists and female guests. The weather was rainy, but there were small peeks of sunshine through the clouds, so I knew the sun was in there somewhere. I secretly prayed that the weather would clear up just long enough for us to say “I do.” Thirty minutes before our ceremony, after almost a full day of rain, the clouds opened up and the sun finally revealed itself.
While the ladies groomed and prepped, our male counterparts went on a jeep ride through the countryside. They all made it back safely.
Once I was in my dress, it all became very real. I look calm, but my hands were shaking at this point. Dustin patiently waited outside our room.
Dustin smiled as I came down the aisle. His eyes were glassy as he tried to keep it together. I tried to lighten the mood by whispering, “There is a bug caught in my headpiece.” I grabbed his hand tightly as we sat down. My hands stopped shaking.
Everything in Ireland seemed like it came right out of a novel. There was so much history and natural beauty. The Ballyvolane House, where we had our ceremony, was originally built in 1728 for Lord Chief Justice Sir Richard Pyne. There is also a story of hidden treasure somewhere on the property.
The food in Ireland and especially Ballyvolane was spectacular. We ate so much during our rehearsal dinner the day before that some of our guests had to lay down. My loose wedding dress was a tad bit snug the next day. Our wedding dinner was just as good. This time we paced ourselves though, knowing there would also be wedding cake.
It is probably less traditional to feed the groom using the sword. Trust.
I looked up the rules on how to play croquet, but once everyone had a little wine in their system the rules didn’t really matter. We had no idea what we were doing, but that was most of the fun.
We finished the night with our families talking, laughing, eating cake, and drinking tea. A perfect end to our Irish wedding.
Photos taken by our lovely photographer, Aga, with Whitetea & family friend Greg Gilstrap. And we couldn’t have had such a beautiful ceremony without the help of our wedding planner, Claire Barry, with WhiteSage.