Kailey & Patrick

Kailey got ready in a bright white room with her dress hanging in the window light, surrounded by bridesmaids in matching lilac pajamas. Lavender showed up everywhere after that: tucked into the invitation suite, tied around a pair of His and Hers vow books, pinned to Patrick's lapel, and woven through her bouquet of white dahlias. Out on the hill, they did their first look back to back among the rows of lavender, already trimmed silver for the season, with the trees down the valley just starting to turn orange.

The ceremony took place in a tall red brick church with painted arches and gilded woodwork around the altar, the pews full, her long veil trailing behind her. Coming back down the granite steps afterward, Patrick held her hand up like he was leading her into a dance. Back at the farm, the wedding party goofed around on the lawn under a sky full of puffy clouds. There was a pony, too, a shaggy chestnut one that wandered over for pictures and got plenty of attention from Kailey.

The reception lived inside the farmhouse, where the stone walls carry an old painted mural of ski trails. Guests grabbed food from a white trailer parked out front and lavender-labeled wine from the bar. Kailey shared a slow dance with a gray-bearded man in a pocket square beside buckets of dried lavender and candle lanterns, and the cake cutting happened under a striped awning with Patrick sneaking the first bite. By dark, the two of them had changed into matching sweatsuits printed with the date and were out on the grass waving sparklers.