After the ceremony, there was a time of mingling with bottles of San Pellegrino, packages of almonds with rosemary sprigs, and lemon muffins. The weather was perfect, and it was such fun to spend time with my family (and extended family - the Grants) as we awaited our transporation to the reception: a chartered coach.
The coach picked us up, and my Aunt Kim (Ryan's mom), the bashful lady that she is, hopped into the passenger seat in the front and had the group in stitches as she told stories about Ryan in his younger years.
The reception site was at a private residence: Villa Diamonte in the hills of Laguna. Words do this place no justice. Every time I dream of a vacation in Italy, I dream of this home. We walked onto the first balcony to a view of the stunning ocean only enhanced by the gorgeous green hills of Laguna. The aroma of rosemary followed us everywhere we walked. Butler passed hors d'oevres rarely made it past my handsome hubby and I without a sampling. The food was divine. Everything was picturesque, and the details were just splendid.
Dinner was nothing short of brilliant. The cheese plate was a work of art. The bread basket put a tear in my eye. The toasts and celebration of the couple were thorough, thoughtful, heartfelt. I do believe my eyes rolled all the way into the back of my head when tasting the heavenly desserts. All of the guests were given sparklers for the couple's first dance, which made for some fun and sweet pictures. The dancing started off with a bang, and we only wished we could have enjoyed it into the wee hours.
Ryan and Vanessa deserve nothing less than the most beautiful of marriages. With their effort to put Christ at the center of every aspect of their celebration, it will be nothing less than just that. Blessings, Mr. and Mrs. Meyer!
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