Sheridan and Allen.

At midnight on July 6th (the night before the wedding), we were putting tables together by the light of a dear friend’s car as the battery in mine had already died. It was hard to see where everyone was in the tent, but I distinctly remember hearing someone say “I’ve never been doing this the night before a wedding…” Shortly after that, we called it a night.

Backing up a bit, having the wedding in Cherryfield and the reception in my parents’ backyard meant that life in the Kelley household was anything but normal leading up to the big day. There was a plan. But of course things had to change. Sometimes when you mow a field for a tent you discover a giant pit in what you thought was level ground. Sometimes the diesel canister is mistaken for a gas canister. Sometimes the tent stakes are already pounded in when it’s decided that the tent has to move to a new location. Sometimes there are a limited number of granny smith apples available in the greater Cherryfield/Ellsworth area. Sometimes things, like the centerpieces, magically appear as you turn the corner in a box store. (I think a fair part of the wedding prep was sponsored by Chrissy’s minivan.) Sometimes the groom and his men have to spend a fair amount of the day before the wedding in search of anything Curious George related. Sometimes you get ready for your backyard reception during the hottest week of the year.

More on that later, but for now, you can take a look at a few pictures here!