Going to the Chapel

It's been a not so awesome week. Jobs were lost. Cars broke down (cars plural, jobs lost was just one) and headaches won't go away. But we got the wedding date locked in. We got the church booked. It's teeny and tiny and sweet and in the country and the drive from the little country church to the barn will be pretty and leisurely and hilly and woodsy. Unfortunately I take terrible pictures so these aren't the kindest of the church but you get the idea: small,

country, white, and built in 1862. Yummy happy joyness.