Washington School House Wedding: Park City, Utah

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The Bride Says It Best:

 

“You know, I’ve never been a girly girl. I never had dreams about my wedding day, my prince charming carrying me across the doorstep, or the perfect dress. I had the Army Edition, Jeep Safari Power Wheels when I was 5 and would throw pinecones at the girls playing with their dolls. Enough said, right?

George and I’s love story is simple, yet complicated and somewhere in the land of perfectly imperfect. We met while I was on sabbatical from my career in fashion. I had just returned from a modeling contract in China and was exhausted, depleted… and found myself in need of some major healing. I ran to the mountains of Utah where I was to be nothing more but a ski bum, spending my days skiing and my evenings drinking PBR. My plan was working out perfectly, I was to spend a winter in Park City and return tomy life in fashion as soon as the snow began to melt. And then fate stepped in. Fate stepped in as this cocky professional skier, who strutted around the resort as if he owned it flashing a smile that would melt even the coldest of hearts. I was intrigued… but another “bad boy”? No thank you, sir, I had dealt with enough of those.
About a month into our “friendship” if you can even call it that, I struck up a conversation about his life outside of being a skier. Turns out that he owned a small business and needed some help with his marketing. Well, lucky for this guy, I happened to be a web developer and graphic designer on the side. I could make some extra cash to help fund my winter of bum-ville. I rode over to his office with my portfolio and beloved german shepherd, Andi, in-tow and was ready to talk business.
As soon as I arrived to his office, I was greeted by a german shepherd eagerly wagging his tail. Hm. How interesting. We had the same dog. So I let Andi out of the car and the two dogs immediately made friends. How was it possible that this ski bad-boy had such a sweet pup? Well, anyway, I walked into the office to find “Foxy” as everyone called him waiting at his desk with that huge to-die-for smile on his face. I was a gonner.
The good news was… so was he.

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