Confession? I’ve spent more time than I care to admit inspecting every image of this al fresco affair at Holly Farm. From the bride’s lace-detailed Alvina Valenta dress to the wild greenery and everything in between, it’s a style of it’s own… and I’m calling it the modern, enchanted farm wedding. With Danielle Poff Photography behind the lens, there’s more pretty than you can dream up right here.
From the beautiful Bride, Lisl… Andrew and I met in Winter 2008 at a Sigma Chi (his fraternity) party off campus, called Wild at the Waterfront. I was a young freshman and he was a sophomore at University of the Pacific. I attended the party with all my friends and I remember seeing him a few times throughout the party. He seemed to be the guy everyone wanted to hang out with, he had big, thick hair and he was cute. Unfortunately for me, he came to the party with another girl. The night went on and we ended up dancing. Needless to say the girl he came with wasn’t too happy with this, but we danced on through the rest of the evening and we were both smitten. A few weeks later we were invited by some sorority girls, who were trying to recruit us to their house, invited us over to a party in a fraternity boys room at Sigma Chi. It was Andrew’s room. My friends knew I was interested, so they tried a few tricks to get us together. Jackie, my best friend, spilled on her shirt so asked to borrow one of Andrews to go home in. She let me be the one to ‘return’ it to him. I returned the shirt, and we stayed and talked for hours. That was that. We dated a few years in college, went our separate ways my senior year in college since I was in Barcelona, traveling and then heading home to Seattle after school (he on the opposite side of the West Coast in San Diego). Long distance wasn’t really something we wanted to do in that time in our lives. We stayed friends, talked often. Then I moved to San Francisco shortly after school; Andrew was still in SD. In November 2009 a friend of ours passed away. Andrew and I saw each other at the funeral and something sparked again. 2 months later, on a trip in Jackson Hole Wyoming with his family, Andrew called me at the top of a mountain off the ski chair lift to announce that he was quitting his job in SD to move to San Francisco. He moved there in May 2010, and we’ve been together ever since.
It rained on the Thursay we were supposed to go on our ‘walk’ after work; Thursday November 8, 2012. I hadn’t heard from Andrew at around 3, so I assumed it was off. It stopped raining and he texted me asking if I was still down to go on a walk. Apparently his day was super busy and he didn’t think the walk was going to work out, hence the delay in text. He then called around six to confirm the walk and told me to meet him at Mollie Stones to get sandwiches. Then we got in his car and drove down to the parking area near Fort Point. It was dark with a few street lights and you could hear the water. It stopped raining about an hour before so the night was spectacularly clear and clean. You could see Sausalito, SF, the whole skyline from there. We ate our sandwiches and chatted while sipping on sparkling water, which for us is typical. Zipped up in our fleeces, also typical, and we just kinda cuddled and enjoyed each others company.
As our little picnic was winding down, Andrew started getting a little smoochy and I got a little suspicious but I quickly dismissed that because we were supposed to go to Santa Barbara over the weekend, and if a proposal were to happen—I was convinced it would be then and not on a SCHOOL NIGHT. We started taking cute pictures of each other and then some together, just goofing off. Finally he told me to stand up and take a picture of me standing and facing the bridge like I’m the ‘king of the world’ with my arms out. Essentially he just needed me to turn around, and this was his clever way of doing it. I did the pose and he took the picture of me on his phone, when I turned around he was right there, on one knee with a little red box. My heart shook and I had an immediate grin on my face. He had a few brief words about how he moved to San Francisco and he knew that he wanted to be with me forever and that he loved me. It was short but oh so sweet. Then he asked me to marry him and I said YES, a few times actually, while losing breathe. Then I got teary and he got extra grinny. We kissed and we hugged and he put the ring on my finger.
Photography: Danielle Poff Photography | Floral Design: Laughing Gal Floral | Wedding Dress: JLM Couture, Inc | Cake: Edith Meyer Wedding Cakes | Brides shoes: Badgley Mischka | Catering: La Creme | Makeup: Mount Tabor Park | DJ: Chocolate Sound | Ceremony/Reception: Holly Farm | Photo Booth: Live Image Photo Booth | Rentals: Chic Event Rentals | Table Numbers: Morgann Hill Designs