There’s something so personal and beautiful about having a wedding in a place you trust and know; returning to the place where you started for a new beginning of sorts. I love weddings that take place at home. Receptions in back yards and intimate weddings that make guests feel a little more relaxed and laugh a little harder. In my own family, my mom was married in the living room of my grandmother’s house, ascending the same staircase she used to clop down the stairs on her way to school. My brother was married in the yard of our aunt’s house, in her front yard, where we used to play yard games.
Leif’s parents home was the setting of their own wedding – returning home for a small but paramount celebration. Their parents helped them get ready, they were married in the garden, and their first dance was in the living room, surrounded by their loved ones. And this is how it went.