Cormac and I got married May 29, 2019 in Athy, Ireland — a small village roughly 30 minutes from his hometown of Carlow and an hour from Dublin. We married at Burtown House and Gardens, a place neither of us had ever heard of prior to this season, and had only toured for the first time two days prior to the wedding. Endless gardens and a gorgeous homestead are nestled in past a gate and at the end of a long drive. The quaintness of the property is quite unexpected for the surrounding area, but once at Burtown it’s a whole other fairytale-like world. The wedding day was no less the same.
We spent the week prior with our closest friends and family touring around Ireland and spending time on Cormac’s family farm. The two of us were sick come the wedding day, but nonetheless, this was the very best day.
I’ve been a bit selfish keeping our wedding photos between just the two of us; we’ve looked through them over and over as we’ve read and re-read wedding cards and written endless thank-you’s. I suppose we’ve wanted the day to linger, and I’ve feared that once photos have been shared that we’d have to stop celebrating shortly after. But this is a day we’ll talk, laugh and share about for days and months and years to come. Our wedding week and our wedding day in particular were much more than an Irish destination wedding or the start of a new life together; this was the start of multi-cultural family holidays, the beginning of two families from vastly different walks of life learning how to love each other, the reminiscence of friendships that encouraged each of us to grow to a place where this day could even happen, and a time-lapse of how kind God has been/is. I can’t begin to write the in between of these exposures, there’s too much to tell and hardly words to explain, but this is what our day looked liked. We’re happy to share it with you.
The Morning Of