Silver Spoon Event Center

Ceremony followed by Reception 

Ceremony

Our Wedding

The Midnight Archive

Bride ~ Bride of the Midnight Ink

Groom ~ Guardian of the Midnight Quill

Jr. Groomsman ~ Heir to the Shadowed Story

Matron of Honor ~ Guardian of the Midnight Vow

Maid of Honor ~ Guardian of the Midnight Vow

Best Man ~ Guardian of the Midnight Oath

*Brandi McGirr*
*Katie Degnan*
*Thesally Taylor*
*Jordan Degnan*

Bridesmaids ~ Guardians of the Moonlit Story

*Dylan Rinehart*
*Devon Obert* 
*Rusty Degnan* 
*Vontre Morgan* 
*Corey Henderson* 

Groomsmen ~ Guardians of the Shadowed Story

Flower Bros - Lords of the Midnight Aisle

Ring Bearer ~ Tiny Bearer of the Eternal Ring

Ring Bearer, Bearer ~ Guardian of the Tiny Oathkeeper

Ceremony Music - Keeper of the Midnight Soundtrack

Officiant ~ Voice of the Midnight Vow

The Order of the Midnight Chronicle

Registry

Tracy Burke

Mother of the Groom

Tracy Burke was a woman defined by kindness, compassion, and quiet strength. She carried a heart that welcomed everyone, offering comfort, warmth, and understanding. Her inner beauty radiated through every part of her life, her smile was bright, reassuring, and full of love, she had a way of making any room feel like home.Her spirit remains a reminder of what it means to love deeply. As we celebrate our wedding, we know she would be here with us, supporting, smiling, and sharing in the joy. She is deeply missed, and held close in our hearts.

Malakai Allen Degnan

Ring Bearer from Heaven

Malakai Degnan came into this world surrounded by more love than words can ever hold. Born to Katie and Rusty Degnan, he quickly became a light felt by many, family, friends, and all who were touched by the joy of his presence. Though his time was brief, the love for him was immeasurable. His memory lives in the hearts of all who cherish him, a reminder of innocence and true love that never fades. As we celebrate this wedding, we hold Kai close in a special way. In spirit, he walks with us down the aisle, carrying the rings in the hearts of everyone who loves him. He is our ring bearer from heaven, forever remembered, forever adored, and forever a part of this day.

The Keepers of the Eternal Light

Before ink touched parchment, before vows were spoken, their story whispered quietly through time. For two and a half years they moved around each other like unwritten lines on adjacent pages—aware, familiar, present, yet uncrossed. Their lives brushed edges, sharing moments unnoticed, as though fate was drafting outlines long before the authors arrived. And then, as all legends begin, a small thing changed everything. A single message, sent by JB across the digital void of TikTok— not grand, not prophetic, yet powerful enough to set the ink in motion. From that simple spark, words followed. Messages turned into conversations. Conversations into connection. During that early exchange, the Bride spoke a line destined for the Chronicle: “Tend to your own garden and butterflies will appear.” She offered wisdom unaware—and then became the butterfly that collided with his world with all the force of fate itself. Soon, Cheyenne summoned the first meeting with a declaration worthy of legend: “I look too good to be sitting at home.” And so they went to the lanes. Cheyenne, forged by two decades of bowling—ten of them in league—claimed victory with practiced grace, yet the night was not about the score. It was about laughter that left breath short, teasing that sharpened affection, and the laying of the first stone in the foundation upon which this marriage stands. Days together became pattern. Pattern became comfort. Comfort became realization: They had found their person. Not simply lovers— but best friends, balancing one another’s worlds: JB, calm and grounding, steadying the storm. Cheyenne, radiant and wild, igniting light in quiet routines. Together they built something steady, passionate, joyful— a life that felt like both home and adventure. Their story is not one of lightning‑strike fate, nor instant revelation. It is a story of timing, alignment, and the quiet beauty of discovering that the person meant for you was near all along, waiting for the ink to catch up to the truth. Now, they do not just live their story— They write it. Line by line. Hand in hand. Ink pressed in moonlight. Choosing, each day, to draft eternity together. This is only the first chapter. And the Chronicle is just beginning.

Chey & JB

Chey & JB

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