Ava
Sawyer told me the great news about the venue in the historic gardens about an hour away. She pulled up the pictures she took and I fell in love even more with it. It was just like I envisioned when I was dreaming about my dad. The mixture of roses circles the open field where we would put up the white tent for the reception and there was the archway in the distance filled with green vines and beautiful flowers that Art and I would get married under.
Summer called while Sawyer was here, letting us know she got everything else we needed for the big day, including someone to make the cupcake tower I wanted with a small bridal cake for Art and I. Everything was coming together and it was all because of the girls in my life doing this for me, especially now that the cats out of the bag a
