My wedding: Part V

A lot of people probably thought it was a little odd that our ring bearer was carrying around a rock with a flower stuck to it.



Have you ever tried to attach rings to a rock? It's not easy. Fortunately, my brother is a bronze artist so we used a blob of some of his sculpting clay to secure the rings.



So why did I decide to have the rings carried on the rock? Well, it sure is a pretty rock. Isn't it? But this is also a notable rock in my life. You see, the day the husband proposed to me, we were high up in the mountains of Colorado collecting some landscaping rocks. I mean, we were collecting ROCKS.



See?



The short story is that we split up and went in different directions, looking for some large boulders we could use for landscaping. I came across the now famous ring rock, snatched it up, and skipped back to the husband proclaiming that I had just found the prettiest rock. He says he found one better. I tell him there's no way. He tells me to go look for myself. After walking all over looking for his pretty rock on the ground, I finally adjust my eyes a little higher and spot the ring on the stem of a small red rose, sitting on top of a boulder.



And now you know the beginning of the story.

I leave you with the slideshow that our photographer Vlad did for us. Have a happy weekend!

(Top three photos by Vladimir Chaloupka).