St. Mary's Catholic Church in Massillon (which was built in 1876) is the church I grew up in and where I always dreamed of getting married. It was extra beautiful for our wedding day.
(I am particularly grateful for the photos of the church since, a few weeks ago, there was a fire at the church and it sustained a decent amount of heat, smoke, and water damage. It will be ok but it's going to take awhile to get it back to working order.)
Our little ring bearer, Timmy, (my cousin Megan's son) was so nervous!
We were going to have people shower us with the dried rose petals I've kept from every rose Michael has ever given me. Unfortunately it was still raining when the ceremony was over so this got delayed until after the reception.
...walking down the aisle to my guy.
This picture is titled: "Hiii...!"
He cried a lot <3
My something borrowed was this rosary that belonged to my great-grandmother. All the women in my family use it for their wedding day.
(Something old is the dress, new is the veil/shoes/jewelry, etc., and blue is the garter).