My FAVORITE part of our wedding weekend was hands down the ceremony. Throughout the entire planning process I kept telling myself that as long as we were married at the end of the day, nothing else mattered. Yes, the reception was incredible, but that was for our guests, the ceremony was for us. 

Our wedding ceremony was held on the back lawn of the intimate St. Petersburg Museum of History. We were married under a tree that graciously shaded us from the (perfectly sunny) 78 degree skies. The string quartet ushered the families and bridal party down the aisle, Phil and I exchanged rings and vows, and just like that we were married! 

Although the pictures don't show it, there was a music festival happening right across the bay that started at the exact time of our ceremony (of course). Our wedding planner was prepping me for the worst as I exited the trolley that had transported us from the hotel to the museum and headed toward the aisle. For some strange reason the (overly loud, obnoxious) music didn't make me mad. I caught a glimpse of our guests all seated in perfect rows on the museum lawn, and literally didn't have a care in the world. It was completely out of character, but I'm so thankful for the wave of relaxation that swept over me in that moment. 

Vows were said, rings were exchanged, and a kiss sealed the deal. In the blink of an eye we were married, Mr. and Mrs. Phillip and Lindsey Mark. It was the best day ever.

The St. Petersburg Museum of History lawn.

Floral Chandeliers hung in the tree. 

Our wedding programs that Phil made. I couldn't find exactly what I was looking for so he created them himself.


Phil's parents. Phil and Kitty.

My parents. Greg and Kristi.

My grandfather married us. Here he is followed by Phil. 

My sister and Maid of Honor, Kaylee. Phil's cousin and Groomsman, Chris.

My sister and Maid of Honor, Chelsea. Phil's brother and Best Man, Michael.

String quartet.

My two favorite men.