Guest Writer ~ Kaila Horan

There I was, standing in a barn. It wasn’t a smelly barn, though I could still catch a hint of fresh hay smell on the breeze. It wasn't a messy barn, either. In fact, there was a gorgeous staircase and some neat chandeliers that added to the beauty of the 100 year-old girl. I did a slow turn and the voices of my bride, her mother, and the owner of the grounds faded out as I started to consider the possibilities. [Read More....]



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