Also, we all matched. NOT ON PURPOSE, but it should be noted that we are sort of awesome that way.

I married him for that face. The one on the left, if you're a new reader. Not the compassionate, doting parent to Nipples-the-Hamster.

The groomsmen, all bringing their own flavor.

The bridesmaids. The guy in the tan shirt and ACDC cap officiated. I kind of wish I were joking.
He then served us BBQ after. Again. Not joking.
If these Wichitans are one thing, it's this- all about simplicity and convenience. Considering I went to an ice cream parlor in Hawaii and ate ice cream immediately after I got married, I cannot hate. Only appreciate.
People make weddings much too complicated sometimes.




Chloe, Colorful Colorado. 5'8" (only) when teetering in her highest 6 inch Miu Miu platform heels. Likes fashion, broccoli, ice cream, clarifying that she does not eat ice cream with her broccoli as to not cause worldwide panic, hoarding beauty products & pretty shoes, tickle fights with her husband (he would like to clarify that he does not like them back, OKAY?), anything covered in sprinkles, any alcoholic beverage made with Tang, live music, clicking the camera, sarcasm fonts, vases stuffed full of pretty flowers, and laughing hard until her belly hurts. Wants an adventurous life, lots of puppies, to never obtusely wander around with her fly down, and to be an iconic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress with a bright, festive print when she grows up. This is where she bravely documents it all. (