So, I've been back from our honeymoon for about a week now, but I've been adjusting back to the real world and haven't had the time to post. But now, I'm back and better than ever!
The morning of the wedding, I spent 3 hours at Ulta getting my hair and makeup done. By the time we got on the road to the venue, it was already 2 pm - I was 2 hours behind schedule! This, of course, made me a nervous wreck.
Deer in headlights.
After everyone had gotten their dresses on, I looked at my phone and lo and behold, it was 3:30! Time for our no-look first look already!
Once that was done, my nerves had settled slightly...and my stomach growled ferociously. My bridesmaids were a little too preoccupied with themselves and forgot to remind me to eat.
Then it was time to get to the ceremony!! We were right on time, the processional began at 4:05 like I planned.
The wedding was spectacular, everything that I dreamed it would be. Except for some uncooperative plastic snaps on my elegant cap sleeves...
My dad cried, my mom cried, my husband (!) cried...everyone cried but ME! The one person who had been notorious for waterworks for the last month didn't shed a tear! WTF? I even prepared myself with waterproof mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. Go figure!
My dad, when he first saw me.
My mom, at the start of the reception.
My husband, as our officiant read the Dr. Seuss poem I chose.
And me, scratching an itch. But I'm pretending it's a tear that slipped out
The reception was fun, while it lasted. About 80% of my guests left shortly after the cake cutting (around 8 pm), but that was ok because we were all pretty worn out by that time. The rest of us (my parents, the bridal party, and my uncle and his girls) stayed til 10, dancing a little, talking a lot, and putting up decorations.
Seemed like most of our reception was spent taking pictures!
First dance
Cake cutting
Dancing - about half the guests had left by this time
About 9 pm - ready to take off that 20 lb dress and 4 inch heels!
Then we had an impromptu after party at my dad's house, where the 10 of us killed off the leftover margaritas from the reception. We talked about how beautiful everything was, we laughed about the things that didn't go according to plan, we joked about the future. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.
Could we have done things differently? Yes. Could it have been better? No way.