I’ve been a wife for almost two weeks. I’ll admit, it doesn’t feel much different. I figure that’s because we were already playing house before we got married.
I’m also still exhausted from a month of crazy planning, followed by our wedding before jetting off to Italy for our very busy honeymoon. We’ve been home for a couple of days and I decided to take a break from my writing work so I could relax and get organized.
I made an honest attempt to figure out Creative Suite in order to make a nice display for my pictures, but between my very slow computer and my impatience, I’ve decided to go old school and unfancy.
The pictures I’m about to share in this narrative come from a few different friends and I’ll do my best to credit them properly. None are from my photographer as I have yet to receive the disk with all of the images, but you can check them out on her site.
I’m not a morning person by nature, so having a late-morning wedding was probably a bad idea. But, it all went pretty well. My wonderful cousin did my makeup and my regular hairdresser did my hair.
There was something about my bangs that bothered me and we spent a good 10 minutes attempting to figure it out. No matter what she did, I didn’t like it.
“Maybe, it’s because I wear them on the opposite side and I’m just not used to it,” I said.
“You wear your bangs on the other side?”
“Well THAT’S the problem! No wonder it’s bothering you!”
A quick flip of the bangs made it all come together.
Chuck and I decided to get our photos out of the way, which meant a First Look moment. Chuck later admitted that he wasn’t exactly sure what a First Look actually was and put so much thought into it he began to mentally rehearse his reaction.
We piled into a limo and headed to the ceremony location for pictures. I was so happy that we did it that way because it was so much more relaxed than if we had taken photos after.
After our photos, we waited for our big entrance. I thought that my walk down the aisle would be a bit anticlimactic since I had just spent the past two hours with Chuck. But, I was wrong. I began crying almost immediately.
Our ceremony was incredibly personal. As you read, my friend Alexis became internet ordained in order to preform our ceremony. It was more than I could have ever asked for. She did a wonderful job. We picked the reading and wrote our own vows. She filled the ceremony with laughs when she quoted the priest in the Princess Bride and made every moment a representation of us.
Our ceremony was only 10 minutes long, which was a bit of a switch from what my family and friends were used to. Most were married in Catholic churches and subsequently sat through hour-long Masses.
With no formal receiving line, we began going up to people to greet them personally. It wasn’t something we planned, just something that happened. I actually liked it more than the awkward line of hellos. It also allowed us to avoid having to stop by every table at our reception. Since we didn’t have assigned seating, this would have been almost impossible anyway.
The best thing about being the bride is that during cocktail hour the servers don’t walk past you without stopping. I could also grab two mini crab cake balls instead of just one because I was the bride, dammit.
The food as a whole was amazing. I was absolutely floored and my guests were equally as happy. We paid $35 a plate, but it tasted like we paid so much more. Not to toot my own horn, but it was some of the best wedding food I’ve ever had.
The day was causal, laid back and fun. Those dressed in suits and ties were told to take off their jackets and let loose. Our guests were free to mingle and sit where they pleased. We were given many compliments on the informal nature of the day. People felt comfortable and that’s exactly what we wanted.
It was an amazing and wonderful day. It was exactly how I imagined it would be. Everyone had fun, ate well and enjoyed every minute of it.
It really was the most amazing day of my life.