Last Friday, I had a horrible night. My dinner experiment failed along with our backup plan. Chuck ordered a pizza from a new place that we haven’t tried. He ordered it with extra cheese. When I asked him later that night if he liked the pizza, he said it was good, but too much cheese. I asked him if he ordered the extra cheese because he knows I like it and I was having a bad night.
He said yes and I started bawling. Those are the little things that matter.
A few months ago, I shared with you some photos from my wedding. I couldn’t wait to talk about my day with you guys so I used photos from various friends and relatives.
I finally got my photo CD with almost 1,000 wedding photos from my photographer, Susan Greico. She did a fantastic job and I’m so happy to finally get to share her work.
I’ll keep my comments to a minimum, but some require a little commentary.
These were my original shoes. Pretty fun, eh?
I ended up not wearing them because I forgot them in New York when I did my dress fitting. I found shoes of similar height, but the dress was still hemmed too short. So, I threw this babies on instead. And ya know what, I’m glad. Three months later, I wore the original shoes, rolled my ankled and bruised my knee.
Remember that awesome facinator I bought at the renaissance faire? Yeah, I impulse bought this the day before my wedding at Ulta for $11. It matched my dress perfectly.
I had a bit of a panic attack a week before the wedding. I was convinced my guests would go hungry. My cousins Kathleen and Addie made some cookies and we prepared some iced tea for to hold people over during the ceremony.
I’m totally rocking my prom bracelet. $7 well spent in 2001.
This completely candid photo is one of my favorites. It was taken after we walked back down the aisle and even though there were 150 people behind us, it was like we were the only ones there.
It took me a little while to realize that my sister was crying. The minute I saw her tears, I could feel mine starting to come. This exchange included me screaming, “STOP LOOKING AT ME! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY!” It was pretty hilarious.
The awesome thing about being the bride is being able to steal as many mini crab cake balls and you friggen want and no one can say anything about it.
Our favors. More on those in another post.
Getting down with my white-girl self.
Funny story: My cousin Jesse, middle, and my friend Brendan, right, are not related. They had never met, prior to this wedding day. They don’t even reside in the same state. Between Jesse and Brendan looking like brothers and my cousin Joseph’s silly face, this photo makes me crack the F up every friggen time.
My sister’s speech was long, but it was probably the funniest Maid of Honor speech I’ve ever heard.
And this is Chuck’s friend Mike, recounting the time Chuck accidentally pushed me into a bush.
When I was unexpectedly given the mic, I began to fumble over my words, as I usually do while trying to speak English. But the only explanation I had was, “I’m sorry, I’ve been drinking.” Classy. I know.
Everyone had an amazing time dancing, and I couldn’t have done it without Rebecca. She was our iPod wedding DJ and she was awesome.
Four months later, I’m still grinning about this amazing day.