From the Bride...Greg and I met through mutual friends the first week of our freshman year at the University of Texas. Having just moved from Tampa, I knew only a handful of people; Greg knew everyone and all of the girls knew Greg. We remained close friends throughout our college days, spending almost every weekend together, along with a dozen or so of our best friends. Five years after we met, we kissed for the first time on NYE—a circumstantial kiss that only happened because we were standing next to each other when the ball dropped. He was my New Year’s kiss for the next two years. Nothing came of those kisses because we lived hundreds of miles apart—he in Houston and I in Dallas—and we thought we valued our friendship over a silly relationship. But alas, we realized that guys and girls weren’t meant to be best friends and we began dating. Three years after our first kiss, I moved to Houston (by way of Austin—long story) to be with Greg.
Greg proposed while we were on a bike ride in Houston. We were training for an upcoming trip to Italy where we were planning to bike across the Tuscan region. After riding for about two miles, Greg needed a break, which was worrisome because in a few weeks, we would be biking 30-40 miles a day. Concerned and frustrated, I was reluctant to join him on a park bench when he told me he needed to sit down. The only thing more troubling than resting on a park bench after a 2-mile stroll was the suspicious camouflage bag sitting on the bench. After resisting his countless requests to sit on the bench with him, Greg looked at me and said: “Well, if you won’t sit with me, will you at least marry me?” It took me a while to understand what he was saying, but once I saw the look on his face and the ring in his hand, I tearfully said yes! The proposal was thoughtful and organic, but I still wouldn’t sit down on the bench for fear the camo bag might explode and ruin our beautiful day. Against my fearful requests that he not touch the bag, Greg reached inside to retrieve a bottle of champagne and two glasses he had packed earlier that day. He popped the cork (which ricocheted off of a tree limb and onto my head), and we toasted to each other on our new favorite park bench. Thankfully, we only had two miles to ride home.
From Zoe Gallina, Inc.
...The layout was organized by architectural blue prints of their property. We started planning the June before the wedding. The house and Bayshore was used throughout the wedding since the home has such special meaning to the family. The bride always dreamed of the day she got married, she and her Dad would walk out the front door and into the ceremony. Bayshore Ballastrading (the street the house is on) was used on the stamps for the wedding invitations and the wedding invite itself had a letterpressed image of the house in the background. Kelsey's older sister also got married at the home 10 years prior.
Wedding Photography: Ryan Joseph Photographs
/ Event Styling + Coordination: Zoe Gallina, Inc.
/ Décor + Floral: Ian Prosser of Botanica International Design Studio
/ Food + Beverage: Puff ‘n Stuff Catering
/ Quartet: Dillingham Quartet
/ Cocktail Music: Simply Irresistible
/ Wedding Videography: Jocelyn Karas of Voila Cinematic
/ Rentals: U.S. Tent Rental
/ Lounge Furniture: Room Service Rentals
/ Tent Draping: Design Elements
/ Lighting: Baystage Lighting
/ Wedding Cake: Chocolate Pi
/ Bride's Hair + Make-up: Elena Joseph
/ Bridal Party Hair: Michael Cimino of Cimino Salon
/ Shuttle Buses: Skyline Limousines
/ Valet: 717 Parking
/ Getaway Car: Cole’s Classic Cars