Wedding Day

Ceremony

The Cannery

Reception

Fall

Our Wedding

It&nbsp;was&nbsp;an&nbsp;ordinary&nbsp;day&nbsp;—&nbsp;the&nbsp;kind&nbsp;you&nbsp;don’t&nbsp;expect&nbsp;to&nbsp;remember&nbsp;years&nbsp;later.&nbsp;Halie&nbsp;pulled&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;car&nbsp;dealership,&nbsp;needing&nbsp;nothing&nbsp;more&nbsp;than&nbsp;a&nbsp;simple&nbsp;oil&nbsp;change.&nbsp;No&nbsp;grand&nbsp;plans,&nbsp;no&nbsp;expectations.&nbsp;Just&nbsp;another&nbsp;errand&nbsp;on&nbsp;another&nbsp;weekday.&nbsp;But&nbsp;across&nbsp;the&nbsp;service&nbsp;bay,&nbsp;Easton&nbsp;noticed&nbsp;her.&nbsp;There&nbsp;was&nbsp;something&nbsp;about&nbsp;her&nbsp;presence&nbsp;—&nbsp;kind&nbsp;eyes,&nbsp;calm&nbsp;energy,&nbsp;and&nbsp;that&nbsp;effortless&nbsp;grace.&nbsp;He&nbsp;didn’t&nbsp;say&nbsp;much&nbsp;that&nbsp;day.&nbsp;But&nbsp;he&nbsp;remembered&nbsp;her. Weeks&nbsp;passed. Then,&nbsp;as&nbsp;if&nbsp;the&nbsp;universe&nbsp;gently&nbsp;nudged&nbsp;their&nbsp;paths&nbsp;to&nbsp;cross&nbsp;again,&nbsp;Halie&nbsp;returned&nbsp;for&nbsp;more&nbsp;car&nbsp;maintenance.&nbsp;This&nbsp;time,&nbsp;Easton&nbsp;found&nbsp;the&nbsp;courage&nbsp;to&nbsp;reach&nbsp;out&nbsp;—&nbsp;not&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;dealership,&nbsp;but&nbsp;through&nbsp;a&nbsp;message&nbsp;on&nbsp;Facebook.&nbsp;It&nbsp;was&nbsp;short,&nbsp;sweet,&nbsp;and&nbsp;slightly&nbsp;nerve-wracking.&nbsp;And&nbsp;for&nbsp;Halie,&nbsp;it&nbsp;was&nbsp;unexpected...&nbsp;but&nbsp;intriguing.&nbsp;Something&nbsp;about&nbsp;it&nbsp;felt&nbsp;genuine,&nbsp;honest&nbsp;—&nbsp;and&nbsp;that’s&nbsp;what&nbsp;made&nbsp;her&nbsp;say&nbsp;yes&nbsp;to&nbsp;a&nbsp;first&nbsp;date. They&nbsp;met&nbsp;at&nbsp;Francesca’s.&nbsp;What&nbsp;started&nbsp;as&nbsp;dinner&nbsp;turned&nbsp;into&nbsp;hours&nbsp;of&nbsp;conversation&nbsp;and&nbsp;quiet&nbsp;laughter.&nbsp;There&nbsp;was&nbsp;a&nbsp;spark&nbsp;—&nbsp;the&nbsp;kind&nbsp;that&nbsp;doesn’t&nbsp;burn&nbsp;out.&nbsp;As&nbsp;Easton&nbsp;looked&nbsp;at&nbsp;her&nbsp;across&nbsp;the&nbsp;table,&nbsp;he&nbsp;knew.&nbsp;This&nbsp;was&nbsp;different.&nbsp;This&nbsp;was&nbsp;the&nbsp;start&nbsp;of&nbsp;something&nbsp;he’d&nbsp;been&nbsp;waiting&nbsp;for. The&nbsp;days&nbsp;after&nbsp;were&nbsp;filled&nbsp;with&nbsp;texts,&nbsp;late-night&nbsp;calls,&nbsp;and&nbsp;weekends&nbsp;spent&nbsp;traveling&nbsp;back&nbsp;and&nbsp;forth&nbsp;to&nbsp;see&nbsp;each&nbsp;other.&nbsp;Every&nbsp;Sunday&nbsp;goodbye&nbsp;felt&nbsp;a&nbsp;little&nbsp;heavier.&nbsp;But&nbsp;Thursday&nbsp;nights&nbsp;became&nbsp;their&nbsp;escape&nbsp;—&nbsp;when&nbsp;Easton&nbsp;would&nbsp;come&nbsp;stay&nbsp;with&nbsp;Halie&nbsp;at&nbsp;her&nbsp;mom’s&nbsp;house.&nbsp;They’d&nbsp;blow&nbsp;up&nbsp;the&nbsp;air&nbsp;mattress&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;living&nbsp;room,&nbsp;watch&nbsp;movies&nbsp;late&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;night,&nbsp;building&nbsp;a&nbsp;foundation&nbsp;not&nbsp;just&nbsp;of&nbsp;love&nbsp;—&nbsp;but&nbsp;of&nbsp;friendship,&nbsp;laughter,&nbsp;and&nbsp;true&nbsp;companionship. Eventually,&nbsp;they&nbsp;took&nbsp;the&nbsp;next&nbsp;step&nbsp;and&nbsp;moved&nbsp;into&nbsp;a&nbsp;townhouse&nbsp;together.&nbsp;There,&nbsp;Easton&nbsp;got&nbsp;his&nbsp;first&nbsp;full&nbsp;glimpse&nbsp;of&nbsp;Halie’s&nbsp;flair&nbsp;—&nbsp;especially&nbsp;her&nbsp;deep&nbsp;(and&nbsp;slightly&nbsp;unstoppable)&nbsp;love&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;Buffalo&nbsp;Bills&nbsp;and&nbsp;all&nbsp;things&nbsp;MacKenzie-Childs.&nbsp;Checkered&nbsp;everything.&nbsp;But&nbsp;he&nbsp;didn’t&nbsp;mind,&nbsp;even&nbsp;with&nbsp;being&nbsp;a&nbsp;die-hard&nbsp;Cowboys&nbsp;fan—&nbsp;because&nbsp;every&nbsp;little&nbsp;quirk&nbsp;made&nbsp;her&nbsp;more&nbsp;her,&nbsp;and&nbsp;that’s&nbsp;what&nbsp;he&nbsp;adored&nbsp;most. Then&nbsp;came&nbsp;autumn&nbsp;—&nbsp;crisp&nbsp;air,&nbsp;golden&nbsp;leaves,&nbsp;and&nbsp;a&nbsp;plan&nbsp;Easton&nbsp;had&nbsp;been&nbsp;quietly&nbsp;perfecting.&nbsp;They&nbsp;were&nbsp;going&nbsp;to&nbsp;an&nbsp;apple&nbsp;orchard,&nbsp;supposedly&nbsp;for&nbsp;“fall&nbsp;pictures.”&nbsp;Halie&nbsp;had&nbsp;no&nbsp;idea.&nbsp;But&nbsp;among&nbsp;the&nbsp;trees&nbsp;and&nbsp;under&nbsp;the&nbsp;amber&nbsp;light&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;season,&nbsp;Easton&nbsp;dropped&nbsp;to&nbsp;one&nbsp;knee.&nbsp;With&nbsp;a&nbsp;ring&nbsp;in&nbsp;hand&nbsp;and&nbsp;a&nbsp;heart&nbsp;full&nbsp;of&nbsp;certainty,&nbsp;he&nbsp;asked&nbsp;her&nbsp;to&nbsp;spend&nbsp;the&nbsp;rest&nbsp;of&nbsp;her&nbsp;life&nbsp;with&nbsp;him.&nbsp;She&nbsp;said&nbsp;yes&nbsp;—&nbsp;with&nbsp;tears,&nbsp;joy,&nbsp;and&nbsp;the&nbsp;kind&nbsp;of&nbsp;smile&nbsp;that&nbsp;says&nbsp;forever. Not&nbsp;long&nbsp;after,&nbsp;they&nbsp;welcomed&nbsp;their&nbsp;four-legged&nbsp;baby&nbsp;girl,&nbsp;Penelope,&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;family&nbsp;—&nbsp;a&nbsp;pup&nbsp;with&nbsp;boundless&nbsp;energy&nbsp;and&nbsp;a&nbsp;heart&nbsp;full&nbsp;of&nbsp;love,&nbsp;just&nbsp;like&nbsp;her&nbsp;parents.&nbsp;She&nbsp;completed&nbsp;their&nbsp;home&nbsp;in&nbsp;ways&nbsp;they&nbsp;hadn’t&nbsp;even&nbsp;known&nbsp;were&nbsp;missing. And&nbsp;now&nbsp;—&nbsp;they've&nbsp;bought&nbsp;a&nbsp;house&nbsp;together,&nbsp;creating&nbsp;a&nbsp;life&nbsp;filled&nbsp;with&nbsp;tiny&nbsp;moments&nbsp;that&nbsp;add&nbsp;up&nbsp;to&nbsp;something&nbsp;big:&nbsp;morning&nbsp;coffee&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;porch,&nbsp;Sunday&nbsp;grocery&nbsp;runs,&nbsp;spontaneous&nbsp;dance&nbsp;parties&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;kitchen,&nbsp;and&nbsp;quiet&nbsp;nights&nbsp;under&nbsp;the&nbsp;stars.&nbsp;The&nbsp;world&nbsp;outside&nbsp;can&nbsp;rush&nbsp;by,&nbsp;but&nbsp;in&nbsp;their&nbsp;home,&nbsp;time&nbsp;slows&nbsp;down. From&nbsp;a&nbsp;chance&nbsp;meeting&nbsp;over&nbsp;an&nbsp;oil&nbsp;change&nbsp;to&nbsp;building&nbsp;a&nbsp;life&nbsp;full&nbsp;of&nbsp;love,&nbsp;laughter,&nbsp;and&nbsp;Buffalo&nbsp;Bills&nbsp;(and&nbsp;Cowboys)&nbsp;—&nbsp;Halie&nbsp;and&nbsp;Easton’s&nbsp;story&nbsp;is&nbsp;one&nbsp;of&nbsp;two&nbsp;people&nbsp;finding&nbsp;exactly&nbsp;what&nbsp;they&nbsp;didn’t&nbsp;know&nbsp;they&nbsp;were&nbsp;looking&nbsp;for. And&nbsp;the&nbsp;most&nbsp;beautiful&nbsp;part? This&nbsp;is&nbsp;only&nbsp;the&nbsp;beginning.

Our Story

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Hollie 

Nicole 

Taylor 

Danielle

Miwa

Brynne

Payton 

I’ve known Matt for 12 years — we met in Oscoda, Michigan at my grandfather’s lake house, and we’ve been close ever since. Over the years, he’s been more than just a friend; he’s been like an older brother to me. Loyal, steady, and always there when I need him, Matt is someone I can count on no matter what. I couldn’t imagine this day without him standing by my side.

Matt 

Chris and I first met at Morrisville, where we ran in the same circle of friends. Over time, that friendship turned into working side by side in the automotive business — which only made the stories better. Chris has always been my go-to for the spontaneous late-night adventures and the “let’s go pick something up from Marketplace” missions. No matter what, he’s always ready to roll, and life’s definitely more interesting with him in it. I’m grateful to have him standing with me on this day.

Christopher 

I first met Brandon when I got hired at Sun Chevy. At the time, I didn’t think it would turn into much more than just working together — but it quickly became a lot more. What started in the shop turned into hanging out in the garage, nights at Race Street Bar, camping trips, and eventually becoming like family. Brandon’s someone who’s been there through the everyday moments and the big ones, and I’m grateful our paths crossed. I’m proud to have him standing by my side on this day.

Brandon 

I met Heath at Sun Chevy, and it didn’t take long to realize he was someone I’d be spending a lot of time with. Whether it’s hanging out, sharing a few laughs (and maybe some Fireball), or pushing through an occasional Spartan Race, Heath is always down for whatever’s next. He brings energy, fun, and a competitive edge to everything he does, and I’m glad to have him standing by my side on such an important day.

Heath 

Seth and I first met at Utica College, and what started as just one night hanging out with friends quickly turned into a lifelong friendship. Over the years, he’s become like family — and as he likes to joke, he “won me in the divorce.” Seth has been there through it all, bringing loyalty, humor, and a bond that only gets stronger with time. I wouldn’t want to celebrate this day without him by my side.

Seth 

I met Corey at Utica College the same way I met a lot of lifelong friends — one night hanging out that turned into something much bigger. Like Seth jokes, he also claims he “won me in the divorce,” and over the years we’ve truly become like family. I had the honor of standing by his side at his wedding, so having him stand by mine means a lot. Corey’s loyalty and friendship have been a constant in my life, and I’m grateful for the bond we share.

Cory 

I met Anthony the day Seth bought a couch that didn’t fit — and somehow that moment turned into a lasting friendship. What started as a chaotic furniture situation turned into loyalty, laughs, and becoming like family. Since that day, Anthony has always been someone I can count on, and I’m grateful for the bond we’ve built. I’m proud to have him standing by my side on this day.

Anthony 

Wedding Party

Are Children welcome? 

Although we would love for all the children to attend we have opted for an adult only reception! 

Q + A

Must book by March 15th. Please call and let them know you are a part of the Cartini/May wedding.

Hampton Inn Verona at Turning Stone

If calling please let them know you are apart of the Cartini/May Wedding Must book by March 15th

Fairfield Inn & Suites Verona

The venue will provide transportation at the end of the night to both hotels. Parking onsite is also available

Easton & Halie

Easton & Halie

Travel

Hampton Inn Verona at Turning Stone

Fairfield Inn & Suites Verona

The Cannery