Our wedding was last night (I can't believe I'm awake right now). It was AMAZING. The ceremony was lovely, I didn't sob through my vows like I thought I would, and all of the guests were so supportive and sweet. It was so great to see everyone we love together at once.
We started early in the morning at the hair salon. My hair was a little different from how it looked at my trial, but I was completely thrilled with how it came out. We ended up running a half hour late because my sister decided to get make-up done and one of my BMs wanted a manicure. Luckily, I had extra time built into the day, so no problem there.
We didn't actually end up eating much, despite the banquet manager's continuous insistence that we do so. We had a bit of the salad and pasta course, and the rest of the time we were either dancing, or visiting tables.
The DJ was excellent. My three year old nephew requested Gangam Style TWICE, and the DJ played it without hesitation, which was hilarious and adorable.
I am thrilled to be married and H made the entire day perfect for me. The ONLY thing that saddens me a little bit was my sister. Some of you may remember from previous posts of mine that my sister is mentally ill (suffers from severe bipolar disorder). Unfortunately, she is fighting with the insurance at the moment so she is literally "off her meds." She was pretty manic through most of the day.
It started at the salon, when she hated how her hair was coming out and had a total meltdown, repeating "I hate it, I hate it, I hate how I look" over and over again. The photographers took me into the make-up room for some pictures to remove me from the situation, which I was so grateful for.
When we got to the venue, it turns out someone had grabbed the wrong dress for her. She had bought two and decided which BM dress to wear when she got to my house that morning, but the other one ended up making it to the venue. She FREAKED OUT in the bridal suite, screaming about how fat and ugly she looked in the other dress. I started crying, and then she started crying about how she was ruining my day, so then I had to reassure her that she wasn't (although I was LIVID at that point) just so that she would STFU.
Other than a few other issues, like being twenty minutes late to the venue because the guy my mom hired to drive me was late and there was traffic, everything was AMAZING. I couldn't have asked for a better day.
H and I walking down the aisle together:
Our first dance:
Sis/MOH and me (in the "wrong" dress--doesn't she look freakin' gorgeous?):
After cutting the cake:
The sweetheart table:
I can't wait to get pro pics back.
