wedding monday: the end
Or, you know, the beginning. Blah blah. :)
Getting married in the summer, I felt, was the perfect time to use sparklers during our getaway. The thing is, a lot of places don't allow you to have a big group of probably drunken folks carrying open flames, often during a draught. When I was meeting with the facilities guy at the university, I decided I wouldn't bring it up. Beg forgiveness instead of asking permission. But because I was in crazy bride mode, I let it slip. He, because he was awesome, let it slide. So, no, I don't think we were supposed to have sparklers but no one told us not to.
The getaway did not go as planned. I would have liked it if the car were decorated but it's ok that it wasn't. (Note to folks getting married, just tell someone that in advance.) I would have liked it if the top were down on the convertible. (SIL really tried but sometimes it can be finicky...say if tons of wedding crap is crammed in the trunk. Should have just taken a few minutes to prep the car before heading in to the reception.) And I wish there were more pictures. I think this is the only time all day I wish that. Yeah, it's almost a year later and there are some things I still wish I could call "do over" on. So it goes...
But we do have some cute pictures.
There's just something about older folks with sparklers that I just love. Perhaps it's that they look so happy with them. The last picture (with my aunt and uncle) is, I think, the only one that shows one of the numerous signs I made (with a little help from The Brother).
First, Hubby looks so cute in these pictures. Second, I loved our wedding. I really did. Loved planning it, loved crafting, loved who I was marrying (and, um, still do). There were certainly stressful times and arguments and craziness and several things that didn't go according to plan. But there were so many people who helped us along the way. And even more people from all over who came to be with us on one of the most important days of our lives. Hubby, we've almost made it a year. Can you believe it? Bring on the cake!
Getting married in the summer, I felt, was the perfect time to use sparklers during our getaway. The thing is, a lot of places don't allow you to have a big group of probably drunken folks carrying open flames, often during a draught. When I was meeting with the facilities guy at the university, I decided I wouldn't bring it up. Beg forgiveness instead of asking permission. But because I was in crazy bride mode, I let it slip. He, because he was awesome, let it slide. So, no, I don't think we were supposed to have sparklers but no one told us not to.
The getaway did not go as planned. I would have liked it if the car were decorated but it's ok that it wasn't. (Note to folks getting married, just tell someone that in advance.) I would have liked it if the top were down on the convertible. (SIL really tried but sometimes it can be finicky...say if tons of wedding crap is crammed in the trunk. Should have just taken a few minutes to prep the car before heading in to the reception.) And I wish there were more pictures. I think this is the only time all day I wish that. Yeah, it's almost a year later and there are some things I still wish I could call "do over" on. So it goes...
But we do have some cute pictures.
There's just something about older folks with sparklers that I just love. Perhaps it's that they look so happy with them. The last picture (with my aunt and uncle) is, I think, the only one that shows one of the numerous signs I made (with a little help from The Brother).
And then we were off!
(The DJ's parting words to us was to do something memorable about halfway down the walk. Good call, DJ.)
First, Hubby looks so cute in these pictures. Second, I loved our wedding. I really did. Loved planning it, loved crafting, loved who I was marrying (and, um, still do). There were certainly stressful times and arguments and craziness and several things that didn't go according to plan. But there were so many people who helped us along the way. And even more people from all over who came to be with us on one of the most important days of our lives. Hubby, we've almost made it a year. Can you believe it? Bring on the cake!
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