Well, the craziness is over. The planning, the praying for sunny weather, the hope that all goes smoothly, the anticipation of stepping into a whole new level of awesomeness with the man I love. The weather was perfect (a monsoon set in the following day!), the alcohol flowed, tears and laughter were in abundance, and wearing black meant whatever was spilled on my dress that day – well, who the hell cares.
Friends, I return to you as a married woman.
Things were relatively intimate – about 75 people flowed in and out of our home and backyard that day. And what better place to hold our special day than the very place we are building our life together? (My dad totally put up that fence in 2 days. Need a fence? Let me know.)
All the bawling I did didn’t even make my eyeliner run! The red lipstick on the other hand….let’s just say Joe was rockin’ the Joker look at the end of the ceremony.
Some hilarious – and awkward – speeches were made from our best friends and family, and I even managed to make my father cry. Twas the best day EVER.
And now the really fun part begins; spending the rest of my days with my best friend.