When it comes to friendships, I find their poetry to be aligned with wine: with age comes dimension, richness and endless robust notes which only richen with time.

My heart was superfluous with joy earlier this month as I stood next to my childhood best friend as she married the love of her life. It was a sweet autumn brew of love, family and friendship set in the back drop of Grand Lake, Colorado. Aesthetically, it was stitched together with passion and her effortlessly flawless taste, always laced with classic femininity and romance. As we finally put together details for our own wedding (we married in a Germany courthouse nearly five years ago), this wedding is the perfect example to what a wedding should aspire to be: a grand celebration of the unique love at hand. 

One of my favorite details from the event reflected my friends selflessness and admirable practicality. She wanted us bridesmaids to invest into a dress that we would wear for future occasions, therefore the criteria was simple: black and floor-length. Brides are typically orchestrating every last detail, but her trusting example showed that laissez-faire can often yield great elegance. 

The reception was warm, sweet and relaxed with gorgeous details woven throughout every moment of the experience. The desserts were of the autumnal nature; monkey bread and caramel popcorn in abundance. There was a cake cut by a machete. I delivered a shaky emotional speech, caused by my inevitable nerves dancing with the ever-so-crisp Rocky Mountain air. From the bouquets to the decor, the blooms were abundant and bold against the golden hues of autumn enveloping the venue. The wedding was flawless, and nothing but love.