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Is there truly any reason for hosting a Chicago wedding without making it mean something? Let me to brag a bit about the Cox family’s fanciful wedding tradition. Perhaps if you live in Chicago you know we take pride in a substantial history for throwing memorable wedding events.

We eat, dream and fantasize about weddings. Our friends include wedding planners, caterers, and photographers. My younger brother is a delightful wedding singer and violinist (you’d have to hear it to believe it). This week I have evaluated the creme de la creme of talent we found on: Chicago wedding blogs. Of course, yours truly practically went to school for weddings. As a remarkable luxury wedding planner who takes her job seriously, I am delighted to be planning my destination wedding with a little insight from my colleagues. Did I mention that I am so in love. You see that I’ve been taken off my heels by love.

Caroline, my luxury wedding photographer vendor and I, are peas in a pod and total girlfriends. She is completely behind us, me and my soon-to-be husband Chris. Last week, we took a look through the 1980s polaroids of her notoriously tacky Dallas wedding. Good times funny, but trends evolve. There’s a moral about timelessness in there somewhere.

I can’t hardly restrain myself. Grandfather is so generous to be taking care of all the reservations, and the entire invite list will be at perhaps the greatest hotels! I won’t reveal to you specifics because who needs party crashers. It’s a great time to be getting married, ringing in our love in style with those closest to us. We can all admit that’s what a Chicago wedding is most essentially about. Cheers to the luxury of living.

All the Best,

Amanda

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