A word about the wedding over the weekend. It rocked. Besides my own, it was the most fun wedding I've ever been to. (If you're reading this and I attended your wedding please know yours was a close second!) It was crazy fun in the fullest sense of crazy. For instance:
~M woke up with the flu. Snafu! She bounced back in time to get down the aisle (the minister pointed out she was carrying a basket that could double as a barf holder).
~We forgot a groomsman after the ceremony when we left for pictures. Oops! He hitched a ride and zoomed over; I was thankful it was a guy and not a girl, who undoubtedly would be full of snarky remarks like, "I told you I was just running to the bathroom and not to leave without me! Is there even any alcohol left?!"
~There was a smallish fight. A disgruntled date didn't like a guest dancing with his girlfriend. Seriously disgruntled date? Is this your first wedding? People do tend to dance at these things. Seven punches were thrown (who counted? Not sure.) before the guys calmed down. This proves once again alcohol and testosterone may be key ingredients in the recipe for disaster.
Highlights? The bachelorette party was beacoup fun, my toast at the rehearsal dinner seemed to go ok (they laughed/ they cried, which was my goal of course), and Jim's toast was appropriate (thank you Lord!) and awesome, Mols and the other flower girl sang Jesus Loves Me (the bride and groom did the sing a song with the word "love" in it thing), and people danced danced danced!
Can I just reiterate how very much I
love weddings?! I promise a commercial tomorrow, but I'm still in wedding mode today, so you're stuck with a couple pics:
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| M is on the right. You can't even tell she was puking and having horrible diarrhea earlier that day. |
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| My brother and sister and I. Two-thirds of us are married now! |
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| My little family. |
