Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Love amongst the aspen trees

As promised, pictures from Nicole's wedding. It was gorgeous, of course. Jaja and I traveled to Aspen and had only a short time to enjoy the gorgeous setting before the party started.

The ceremony took place in a park with the mountains in the distance. Nicole asked Jaja and me to read a poem at the ceremony and we were honored and excited to do it. We chose an e.e. cummings poem because he is one of our mutual favorites and we've read lots and lots of his poetry over the course of our friendship. And we read so many beautiful poems while trying to choose that we made a little book of them to give to Nicole and Mike as a "honeymoon present."

The party favor for all of the wedding guests was a gorgeous little recipe book written by the bride and groom and illustrated by the bride. It is completely adorable and wonderful with pictures, narration and stories from Nicole and Mike's life.

The event itself was a perfect reflection of the couple. Short and sweet, not too frilly, and filled with food! Nicole's parents own and run a restaurant in the area and the food just kept coming.

Jaja and I got so full on appetizers that I actually had to loosen my belt (no joke) after I stuffed myself with the main course (which involved an entire roasted pig). Of course I still had room for dessert, which included two different cakes, canolis, cream puffs and lots and lots of Italian cookies.

We ended the night with smores. It was just perfect. Thank you so much, Nicole, for your friendship and the honor of reading a poem at your wedding.

the great advantage of being alive
(instead of undying) is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
-the great (my darling) happens to be
that love are in we, that love are in we

and here is a secret they never will share
for whom create is less than have
or one times one than when times where-
that we are in love, that we are in love:
with us they've nothing times nothing to do
(for love are in we am in i are in you)

this world (as timorous itsters all
to call their cowardice quite agree)
shall never discover our touch and feel
-for love are in we are in love are in we;
for you are and i am and we are (above
and under all possible worlds) in love

a billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time-
no heart can leap,no soul can breathe
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea
for love are in you am in i are in we.

-- e. e. cummings


Carlene said...

Beautiful! It looks like the perfect wedding. Did someone handknit those blue sweaters?! That restaurant looks perfect, too.

(That photo of the birch trees is not too shabby either)

miss alexandria said...

Gorgeous....just quaint and so perfect!

Nicole said...


Nicole said...

and Carlene, someone did handknit those sweaters---those are my nephews, and my grandma knitted the sweaters!