“The story starts at a college homecoming in the Midwest. Two different schools, a tangled web of mutual friends, and a house party before a campus bonfire. Maggie and Trevor were technically set up with other people, but by the time they were walking to the fire, holding hands (a smooth move, Trevor), it was game over. They always say they met making out on a gym bag in the trunk of a car, which is true! Years later, they brought that same energy—funny, laid-back, entirely themselves—to the mountains of Montana for a fall wedding at White Raven. There wasn’t a single part of Maggie and Trevor’s day that felt performative, and that’s what made it so good. No fluff, no pressure to impress. Just a cool fall day in Montana, a forest path for an aisle, and the two of them doing things their way. She skipped the heels and slipped on custom embroidered Converse. They played a game of nose-goes to see who would go first for their private vows (Trevor lost). After the ceremony, they chest bumped over their signed marriage license and were immediately handed celebratory Rainier beers by the groomsmen, who had been waiting for that moment all day. Guests took Polaroids, scribbled best wishes, and passed them around like yearbook pages. Dinner was candlelit and cozy but not delicate. Just good food, good people, and speeches that somehow made the day sweeter by the minute. As their guests filed out for a sparkler exit, the newlyweds intentionally planned a last dance, just the two of them. One more moment to take it all in, to soak up the last moments of their day together. It was equal parts relaxed, hilarious, emotional, and completely them, from start to finish.”
– Maggie + Trevor, the newly weds
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