Oh sweet weekend, can you please come back? No? Fine. Let’s just relive it here for memory’s sake instead. My two dear friends, Brian and Ricki, got hitched at a picture-perfect Vermont wedding this weekend and I’m still on such a high. Ricki asked me to be her maid of honor right when I moved back to Boston last summer, and the year in between absolutely flew by.
Next thing we knew, it was time for the bridal shower then bachelorette party then the wedding weekend. A bit of backstory for any new readers – Ricki was my first friend at November Project. We started showing up around the same time, and I met her over a few Monday warmup laps when we had to partner with someone new. We quickly discovered we were neighbors and started running to every workout together, basking in the newbie-NP bliss. I met Brian later that summer and brought Ricki along one day when I had plans to meet him for coffee.
Well, fast forward 3.5 years and they’re two of my closest friends and now husband & wife! So, needless to say, I was PUMPED for this weekend. Let alone the fact it was two people I love getting married, it was exactly the kind of wedding I’d want some day – beautiful, meaningful location, simple and understated, thoughtful, represented the couple perfectly, and really just felt like a massive lovefest.
The weekend kicked off early Friday morning with a trip to West Dover, Vermont, where Ricki’s parents have a house. Ricki and I headed right to a salon for nails then spent the rest of the day hanging out at her house while her family trickled in. There were a few small crafty projects to do but other than that, it was all very low key and we just killed time until the rehearsal.
The ceremony and reception were both at Cooper Hill Inn, an inn two miles from Ricki’s family’s house with incredible mountain views. Fun fact: two months after they started dating, Brian got Ricki a necklace with the inn’s coordinates inscribed, knowing how special that place was to her. Anyways, we headed to the very quick rehearsal and then over to their family friend’s restaurant for dinner and drinks.
Ricki, her dad, her brother and I got up early on Saturday for a run to Cooper Hill and take in the sights before the craziness of the day. Then it was off to the salon all day for the bridal party’s hair and makeup!
I’ve said it before and can’t help but say it again – the whole weekend was so relaxed. Ricki didn’t have any nerves and she was simply excited to marry Brian. Sure, little things went wrong here and there but she never really got worked up about it and that set the tone for everyone. One moment I’ll always cherish is standing in the massive bridal suite with Ricki and no one else. We looked out over the mountaintop where all the chairs were set up and guests were arriving and basically squealed like teenage girls. And took a selfie.
Then everything just sped up and never stopped. The ceremony, the photos, the first dance, the toast, the dancing, the Vermont maple cupcakes, the gelato truck, the s’more pit, and the late night hotel room chats with all my closest friends.
Saying the night was fun is such an understatement. It was the first night in so long that I felt truly, truly happy and completely present. I never once wanted to be anywhere else, I never thought “I look like a fool dancing right now” or “I’m ready to go home” like I sometimes do. I was just in pure, complete bliss celebrating such an incredible relationship with so many people I love.
I woke up smiling and couldn’t stop rehashing the night with everyone. We slowly made our way back to Ricki’s parents house for brunch and continued sharing stories from the night. The newlyweds are off in Switzerland and Croatia now, but I’ll still thank them again and again for throwing one hell of a party. I’ll ride this high as long as I can
Congrats you two and I love you to pieces!