A year ago today, I was a crazy bride. I admit it. I accepted very limited help/ input from my family and was very controlling. I even drew out diagrams of how I wanted everything to look and where it should go. I call it organized and efficient, but my husband and family call it crazy and controlling. I’m glad they still love me!
Last year around this time, I was waiting for tables to be delivered to our wedding site. Of course, because every wedding needs something to go wrong, the tables did not show up. After making numerous phone calls, we found out that the tables were set to come at 12pm… Only a few hours before the ceremony was scheduled to begin. After a bit of negotiation we paid an extra fee and had them delivered at 10:30. It was one of the hottest days of the year. Luckily for us, it was the coolest day of the week. I eventually was dragged away by my bridesmaids to get ready at my maid of honors house nearby. We drank mimosas and ate veggies, made jokes and laughed. As I sat still while my sister in law did our makeup and my hairstylist did our hair, I couldn’t shake the butterflies out of my stomach. At 3pm I was going to marry the man of my dreams.
We drove back to the park and found our beautiful bouquets waiting for us. I marveled at them for a while and then put on my dress. Tears were streaming at this point obviously. Our photographer wrangled my, soon to be, husband for our first look. I peered through the window and saw him there waiting for me with his back turned to the path I would walk up. My bridesmaids watched from the window as I walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with the biggest grin I had ever seen him have (even till this day). He and I began balling our eyes out and hugging eachother. This is my favorite moment of the entire day. We couldn’t stop smiling and crying. During this, we read our vows to eachother (the personal ones that we didn’t want everyone else to hear). We held hands and walked off with the wedding party to take pictures before the ceremony. We were all sweating and ready to take of the inches of fabric we had on. Finally, the music started and everyone moved into place for the ceremony to begin. The groomsmen lined up in the front while the bridesmaids lined up in the back to walk down the aisle. My dad took my arm with tears in his eyes and led me down the aisle. I don’t remember a lot after this of the ceremony. I don’t remember what our pastor said, though I know I liked it. I remember taking my husbands hand and walking back down the aisle. We took family pictures and a few more “romantics” before retiring to the reception for food and cake. We were more excited that we would be heading off to the airport and flying up to Seattle for our Alaskan cruise right after the reception. We got to our hotel at 2am, starving, and ordered a pizza (that we finished). We could barely keep our eyes open we were so tired from all of the events that took place that day.
I love my husband more than anything. We fight over dishes in the sink, the proper way to dust, and how I’m a hypocrite. I wouldn’t change anything. I learn more and more about him everyday that were married and I can’t wait to see where we go on this crazy adventure. We’re still finishing school and working full time (which is why my posts are inconsistent). We have a fuzzy son named Sherlock who we love more than anything. I love our life together as hard as it can be. I’m glad we got married when we did. I can’t imagine my life any differently. Thank you to my husband for dealing with all of my crazy. And you’re welcome for dealing with yours 😉
Happy first anniversary!
-MEY
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