They say you can’t pick your family, and how much more true that is for your in-laws. So I’m really fortunate to have fallen in love with a man who has an awesome family. My in-laws are all really great and my husband’s sister is one of the sweetest people I know.
She got married a year and a half ago and it was a wedding for the books. Not because it was extravagant or over-the-top, but because of where it was located. She and her now husband are avid mountain climbers (let’s just say, they make the hikes I take look like a literal walk in the park). So when it came time to choose their wedding venue, they settled on a beautiful meadow in the middle of the vibrant aspens surrounded by majestic mountains. I mean, really spectacular. The only challenge was in getting there.
After a plane flight and a scenic six-hour drive, we were ready for the real adventure – a narrow winding mountain road in the heart of Colorado. Picture getting to the narrowest part of the road with a cliff on one side and a drop off on the other and meeting an oncoming vehicle, and invoking terror in my imaginative brain. Thanks to the skills of my brother-in-law, we did not plummet to our deaths, but arrived after a stream-crossing or two safely at the beautiful meadow.
The wedding itself was simple and beautiful. I love weddings, not just because they’re pretty, but because of what they represent: the joining of two people, the reminder of the significance of my own marriage, and the picture of the bride of Christ. Seeing someone you care about get married is even more special.
For their wedding gift, I painted a picture to preserve the memory of the beautiful location. Of course, I had to paint it before I actually saw the venue, so I relied heavily on my googling skills. Thankfully, the location looked just like the google image I modeled the painting after. Of course, in person it was much more spectacular. Towering majestic mountains with vibrant aspens, cool mountain air, and rays of sunshine. It was really a magical place!
I am so grateful that we got to be part of their special day and that we could witness the joining of two lives into one.
As we drove back down the winding road into the little western town, Owen grabbed a rock from the wedding location. Later, I painted an aspen leaf on it to commemorate the day as a Christmas gift for them and a reminder of a perfect day in a perfect place.
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