When I first stepped foot out of the car, all I could say was, “Wow.” I’d never been to Meadow Brook Hall before, where my shower was held over the weekend, and I was blown away by its impressive size and beauty. Ignoring the fact that I rolled up in my beat up 2002 Honda (whose cosmetic damage is impressive as a result of the previous owner driving through a store front window), I truly felt like royalty entering into the hall proclaiming, “I’m here for my wedding shower!” I even got ahead of myself and wondered when the trumpets would start playing, and then I remembered that I, in fact, am not royalty but merely a very lucky woman whose fiance’s mother has impeccable taste.
Actually, I take that back. Impeccable doesn’t behind to describe it. I didn’t think it was possible, but the interior rivaled the exterior in its beauty, creating a (literal) breathtaking reaction in which I kept gasping and perhaps shed a tear or two when entering into the room where the shower was held. The room was filled with tables, all decorated with spring-themed centerpieces. Lit candles created a soft glow as the sunlight filtered through the tall windows that looked out into rolling fields. In the center of the room there was a long table that held presents waiting to be opened, while another table displayed a beautiful cake that was specially designed after our wedding invites. Everything was just so perfect.
One by one guests started to arrive, upon which mingling, eating, and present opening filled the hours so fast that they felt like minutes. All of a sudden it was over, and I kept thinking, “What just happened?!” I’d heard it said from friends, but definitely underestimated the truth, that your shower is an emotional experience. It was both overwhelming (in the best way possible) and exciting. I felt so grateful for the generosity that was shown and the support that friends and loved ones give.
I’m so happy that my friends captured a plethora of photos along the way so that I could relive it all over again. Care to come along on the journey?
Little surprises were at every table.
The centerpieces displayed corks and candles with a springtime twist.
The cake was made to model after our wedding invitations. It was so pretty, we felt bad eating it!
Doug’s mom and sister. Can’t wait to join their clan!
Me and my step-sister, having a little moment.
The mansion was filled with amazing artwork and elegant touches everywhere.
Ornate details on the ceiling. You can’t see them in this photo, but the sculpted angels even had eyelashes!
“Noo…I didn’t sneak a drill on the registry!” – Doug, caught red handed.
The most amazing women I know. My step-mom, Doug’s mom, and my mom.