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As much as I dreamt about what my wedding would be like I really expected to be overjoyed when it finally came time to planning it, but my heart was not in it.  Somewhere in between the bridal magazines, the flowers, the music, the color schemes, the venue, the decor, the taste testings, the budget, the guest list, and all the Pinterest boards, I was losing sight of Steve.

Two months into planning reservations were canceled, the guest list was sliced to less than a tenth of it’s original size, I sold my dress, and we refocused on us.

We both love the mountains and I’ve always wanted an outside wedding, so when we told our photographer our plan to elope she suggested 15 different trails/overlooks up in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  We hadn’t heard of hardly any of them so after exploring them all via google images (fancy shmancy, I know) we chose Black Balsam Knob.  Between work, birthdays, Halloween, and this, that and the other, the one day we both had off to hike up to scope out our ceremony spot was the rainiest, foggiest day of the year.  We could only see about 15 feet in front of us, but it was beautiful.  We knew that if we loved Black Balsam Knob on one of the ugliest days we could only love it more if we got a pretty day for our ceremony.  Which we did, thank you God!

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{same spot on the day we went to scope it out…womp wooomp}

A few days after that I found a simpler dress that I could hike in, one of the awesome women I work with covered my November 13th night shift, and we moved our date up from January 9th to November 14th.

Our original plan was for it to be just Steve, Evelyn and me, but I couldn’t imagine getting ready without my mom or sister, or walking down the aisle without my dad.  Plus there were a handful of friends who we couldn’t imagine our day without so we found a log cabin big enough for us all. **Dana and Biz we missed you so so much** 

Our wedding day came and went like they all do, but it was perfect.  We woke up slow together, drank mimosas, and had time to soak in the excitement around us.  We drove 40 miles up the Parkway, hiked half a mile up to the most beautiful 360 view, played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would read their vows first (I let Steve win?), laughed through them, kissed too soon during them, toasted champagne after them, and then watched the sun set behind the Blue Ridge Mountains.  We came back to a home cooked meal, listened to heartfelt toasts around the table, shared our first dance in the kitchen, and stayed up into the wee hours of the morning.

I can’t say enough wonderful things about our day and our decision to have a simple, intimate wedding.  If you’re thinking about eloping, do it.  We planned our wedding in 5 weeks and spent a small fraction of what we would’ve paid had we had a more traditional wedding.  There’s so much less stress and more time to focus on celebrating you as a couple.

Of course that’s not to say everything went smoothly; Evelyn’s dress almost didn’t fit, Dad got separated from the guy group and no one realized it until I was standing three quarters of the way up the mountain waiting on him to walk me down the aisle; and despite it being an absolutely beautiful day, it was fah-rigid.  But! Everything worked out.  Andrea, mom and Carly are miracle workers and fit the dress over Evelyn’s shoulders without having to cut it; our photographer brought one of her friends who walked back down to the trail entrance and by the grace of God found my dad (truly an act of God considering we were about 10 miles back down the Parkway from cell service); and even though I’m pretty sure we were all on the verge of getting frost bite, you would have no idea by looking at the pictures–Michelle you are so talented and to our friends and family you are THE best for not once mentioning how cold I know you all were.  Serious rockstars all around.

Even with the purple lips and toes that I think just last week regained their color, I wouldn’t change a single thing about our day.  It was one of those days where the memories get etched in your brain forever.  The kind of memories that are like photographs with senses–you can hear, see, smell, and feel everything about them.  The one that stands out the most for me is after I was ready and just waiting to begin our drive I gave Steve a call.  I could see him through the window of the room I was in, he was all dressed up in his suit, holding Evelyn, about to put her in the car like he always does, but this time it was to drive to the place where we would say our vows.  It seems so simple, but it was so special seeing the man I was about to marry, holding our daughter, smiling, talking to me for the last time before we became husband and wife.  The contentment, peace and excitement in that moment–I’ll never forget it.  A close second is when I think about standing at the top of the mountain saying our vows with our closest family and friends standing just feet from us and a 360 degree view of the mountains surrounding us, but all I can see is Steve’s face.  I can feel the warmth of his hands in mine and the chill of the wind on my face; I can hear the sweet words that he’s speaking, and in that moment there will forever be the most perfect stillness.

One day we will hike that same trail, to the exact spot where we committed our lives to each other, and it won’t be just us.  One day we will hike Black Balsam and we will have all of our children–and hopefully grandchildren!–in tow and they will be the tangible evidence of the life of love and laughter we promised each other November 14th 2015.  And that is one of the most special things in the whole world.

So without further ado, here are the pictures from our wedding day (ps all 400+ pics to come to Facebook sometime this week)

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Cheers,

Mrs. Hodapp

{ps if you care, here are some details}

Dress: Violet Hour Sarah Seven from Wildflower Bridal
Cardigan: Liberty Lace BHLDN (it was on sale and they don’t have any more…boo!)
Shoes: Ann Taylor (gold is no longer available, but they have silver)
Photography: Michelle Lyerly (can’t say enough wonderful things about her)
Flowers: Flora Asheville
Steve’s Sexy Suit: Men’s Wearhouse
Evelyn’s Outfit: my favorite ever, Target (couldn’t find her coat or her shoes)
“Stationary” (lol I used MS Word): moi
Hair and makeup: moi
DJ: trusty ole Pandora

And just a little fun fact our first dance was to Danny’s Song by Loggins and Messina.  Steve picked it and I fall in love with him all over again every time I hear it.  Just perfection?

{pps I always have Steve read these before I post them to see if I make mistakes or if there’s anything confusing, he asked me what “moi” was, so for any of you wondering it means me in French….#sh*tstevesays}

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Rebecca

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