It was a tender Spring day in Chicago, with raindrops and dogwood blossoms lazily dropping from the sky.

The air was electric with possibility.

Terri’s Dad was pulling everyone’s elbows in Heaven to peek down and see his beautiful daughter, I’m sure of it.



The cherry blossoms wanted to flutter down and kiss Terri just as much as Matt did.



The Sidebar Grille is where Matt proposed.

The sky darkened and the deep blue storm wall rolled in and glowered at us. The clouds pillowed the honks and hums of the city. Luckily, Terri was prepared for anything.

A fresh, bright wind tossed about our hair and the leaves on the trees as it raced before the storm front.



Dusk was approaching, and the streetlights winked on.

Every now and then a raindrop would tap us on the shoulder or arm as if to say…. “Excuse me. Pardon Me. About to come thorough!”

As soon as we got inside the reception, the storm exhaled and just POURED.

Little known fact: Terri and Matt are pretty skilled ballroom dancers.


Little known fact: Terri and Matt are pretty good dancers PERIOD. That’s how we met- I took a picture of them dancing together at Jennifer and Chris’ wedding last year.

This picture, to be exact:

You know, Jennifer, the Push-Up Bride? She made sure to keep the tradition going…. WHILE PREGNANT. That’s dedication. In fact, she had a helper doing pushups alongside her to keep her morale up.
