There was a night at a bar, a beautiful girl, and someone spilled a drink on her. He offered her his jacket to fix the obvious problem. As Matt will tell you, “It was all gravy after that”. I don’t think Matt has stopped being chivalrous since that fateful night. Where Britany is concerned, he has a singular focus – her happiness. He still offers his jacket, clears the way, and generally walks thru life wondering if there is something that would make Britany’s day better. And that is much how their wedding day went. Matt trying to make sure the day was everything that would make his Bride smile. It’s an old-fashioned kind of love. The kind that burps babies, squeezes hands, brings breakfast in bed, rocks on the porch. It’s the kind that sees you through.
Venue: Rustic Manor 1848
Floral: Jane Kelly Floral
Cake & Sweets Table: C. Adam’s Bakery
DJ: Sound By Design
Lighting: Sound By Design
Catering: Chef Jack’s Catering
Makeup: Salon Nova & Lash Boutique Milwaukee
Gown: Mori Lee
Bridesmaid’s Dresses: BHLDN
Suits: Harleys: The Store for Men
Stationer: Coqui Paperie & Gifts
Rentals: Vintique Rental- WI
She spotted him in a bar. One slow-sipped drink later and there were so many commonalities in front of them, it was as if the path had just been paved for their future. And it had, but such groundwork was laid long before that night. His family, her family, they had danced around each other many times back in Greece. Both had immigrated to the U.S. Both had become restauranteurs. And now, their children had finally crossed paths. So it was fate that these two would go back to Greece, to explore the homelands of those families. And that, while standing on a cliff in Santorini, Kosta would pull out a ring…
For Shawna and Trevor, the pieces just fell into place. They were co-workers with a spark, but who also were dating other people. Those relationships dissolved naturally, and they found themselves chatting it up and seeing reflected in this other person, everything they had been looking for. Trevor stole Shawna’s heart in short order and before either of them knew it, suddenly they were living together and talking about marriage. When your puzzle is complete, its complete. There is an ease in knowing that, and it is something these two just exude when they are together. One is so well complimented by the other, and there is such comfort there. You just know you are witnessing an old married couple, rocking on the porch swing together, reminiscing about the old days….
He grabbed her hand and led her off the barstool. She was still admiring the candles all over the bar and trying to figure out what was happening. She gave the bartender, his brother Keith, a questioning look. Keith shrugged. Kyle stopped short at the hostess stand. She touched the corner with her hand, ran her fingers along the edge. This is where they met. It flashed in her mind. He, all smiles and sparkling eyes. Her, a nervous twitch with her ankle and an abandoned hostess stand as their small flirtation turned into a three-hour conversation. He was talking. She looked at him. He was describing the same moments. She smiled. He got down on one knee. She stared at him. “Will you marry me?” She watched the words come out of his mouth but didn’t hear them. He smiled. She hugged him exuberantly. “Michelle? Are you going to leave me hanging?” He asked. “Oh! Yes! My answer is yes!”