(ok that’s a lie, I get my pro pictures soon… we haven’t heard the last of my wedding)
The reception was great…. It was at the community center, which is in the middle of a park. So we took pictures all over the park and people rode around in the trolley, and then it was time to go inside to the AC.
Sweet, beautiful AC. I love you.
Our best man’s speech involved talking about how about a week after we met (Husband and I met as roommates) we figured out we wanted to date
…then my dad got up for his toast
“One week, huh?”
I just want to show off the awesome that was my uncle’s attire
Yeah, that’s an orange Harley shirt, paired with Wranglers. And a little bit of a mullet. (He’s also the grandfather of the older flower girl, being held by her grandma in that picture)
My brother-made cupcakes + a cutting cake
The topper made us think of Portland, which is why we picked it.
(Did you know they make pregnant bride cake toppers? NOT KIDDING)
Oh, on the subject of brothers, I should point out I have not one
But THREE brothers
All of whom were awesome helpers at my wedding.
Anyways…. We cut the cake
And guys, here’s the saddest part of my wedding-that little bite the bride and groom feed each other? That is the ONLY CAKE I ATE ALL NIGHT.
I’m a little ashamed, not going to lie.
I rocked out with my flower girls
My bouquet was caught by someone I’ve know seriously as far back as I can remember. We went to both pre school and college together
(fun fact: my hair doesn’t so much like to hold a curl in general. getting sweaty taking pictures = straight hair. so I just rocked the veil all night. it worked)
And at the end of the night…. we went to a bar
(Hi Liz! Everyone, it’s Liz’s birthday! Happy quarter century ex-wife! Go tell her happy birthday!)
And…. somewhere in there, this happened
Leading to the first time of many that I’ve said “I married you. Willingly. I married you.”
And my dear darling husband has just laughed.