An Easter Wedding

 We had a marvelous Easter. One of the best I've ever had. Partially because it was coupled with my Sister-In-Law's beautiful wedding, partially because it was gorgeous weather, and partially because it was held on the farm.

The Wedding: Romantic

A handful of miles north of Salt Lake City, there is a small plot of land that was once owned by Mark's Grandfather, Ralph Vavricka. Mark and his siblings spent the better part of their summers on the farm with Gramps and Granny. One of their big summer projects was the rebuilding of "The Honeymoon Cabin". As a gift to his wife, Ralph returned to Idaho to purchase the cabin they spent their Honeymoon in. Then, as a summer project, the exact logs that had been carefully disassembled from it's location in Idaho were then reassembled, log by log, by Mark and his siblings, on the Vavricka farm. Time passed, Granny and Gramps passed away, and the farm was left to mother nature. A few months ago, the farm was purchased by the Morrell family again! Many winter weekends were spent cleaning the overgrown weeds, the copious cobwebs, the everything. In the meantime, Malissa and Brian decided to get married and wanted the Honeymoon Cabin to be their wedding location. Jumping into hyper speed, the family worked overtime to get the farm ready for us all to arrive in celebration. It was such an emotional day for everyone; being able to see the farm return to it's glory and be a special place for the next generation of the Morrell Bunch to enjoy.

The ceremony was beyond beautiful. Their vows made me weep. I love to celebrate love. I love families coming together, promising to be there for each other, to support each other, to witness each other's lives. I just couldn't help but fall in love all over again with my perfect man. Well, at least until the snack box explosion mid-vows, and the realization that I had lost my wedding ring right when they were exchanging theirs.

The Wedding Party: Caloric

Following the ceremony and pictures, we drove up north a few minutes to another Morrell tradition, Maddox! A little-bit-big restaurant with delicious rolls and raspberry/honey butter. Oh my calories! Amazing. Father's said a little blurb which was so sweet, Bride and Groom said a little blurb which was touching, and we all ate like kings. Except for Cameron, who played happily in the corner with his socks.

The Hunt: Epic

After we had all stuffed ourselves to the brim, we headed back to the farm for the Epic Easter Egg Hunt planned and prepared by Uncle Tom. "there were spreadsheets involved!" And epic it was. Sadly, Cameron wasn't old enough to enjoy in the fun like I wanted him to, but I did manage to stage a cute picture of him with his basket. A Wright family tradition was a basket was also hidden among the eggs with a few little goodies to enjoy. With the copious examples from my past, I was quite pleased with the outcome of this years baskets; my first of many years to come. The Easter Bunny went the nostalgic route and hid Mark's basket in "Mike and Tom's delicious food stand" which is now filled with all kinds of junk. But the cute memory was cute enough for me. That and a classic fist pump made the photo op ideal.

Games and Tractor Rides: Non-Traditional

Doesn't every wedding end with tractor rides? And croquet, and horseshoes, and frisbee golf? It was a marvelous day. We couldn't have ordered in better weather. The kids were just darling playing together and building that fun cousin friendship that I've been hoping for for Cameron. A simply LOVELY day in every possible way.

Conclusion:
I found my wedding ring the next day; in the cup holder of the car. About a minute before Mark went out to buy me a replacement. 'whew'