Wow...remember when I was posting about our wedding? Well I want to finish! Especially since we just celebrated our 1st year anniversary on Saturday!! After our delicious luncheon, we headed back to the house to set up the reception. It was gorgeous. The perfect day. No rain. Clear skies. Just perfect. Everything that day fell together so perfectly it was obviously destiny that we were supposed to get married that day. haha, but for real. I changed out of my dress to help set things up - and to pee (I literally had to take my entire dress off to go to the bathroom...it was awkward to say the least).
Even though I helped set things up, and even though I had planned what everything was going to look like, I honestly have no recollection of seeing it all set up that night. I don't know if it looked how I wanted it to look, or if everything went as planned. But I kind of think that that is better, because I get to look at pictures instead, and pictures look perfect, so I get to imagine how perfect it all was (with no idea if anything went wrong). And this is how I get to remember it forever:
The first hour was saying hi to people, and the second was cutting the cake, dancing, and bouquet-throwing. Cutting the cake might have been my favorite thing. You know those people who ever-so-nicely place the piece of cake in their spouse's mouth? We are not those people. I mean, when are you ever going to be able to smash cake all over someone's face without getting it on film? There was no way I was going to pass up that opportunity. And I got him good. Loved every. second. of. it.
I knew from the beginning that I wanted a first dance with my husband and a daddy-daughter dance. I wasn't sold on everyone dancing because I didn't know if anyone would actually dance, so we just planned for those two dances. I have no idea if anyone saw us dancing haha, but it was what I wanted, and I'm so glad I did it. The best part for me is that we did it just as the sun was beginning to set (not planned), and it was just lovely (can I say lovely without sounding ridiculously cheesy?).
Throwing the bouquet and garter happened after it started getting dark, so pictures weren't as good, but I almost like that it was dark - it just looks fun. And it was fun. So, win win.
Even though I helped set things up, and even though I had planned what everything was going to look like, I honestly have no recollection of seeing it all set up that night. I don't know if it looked how I wanted it to look, or if everything went as planned. But I kind of think that that is better, because I get to look at pictures instead, and pictures look perfect, so I get to imagine how perfect it all was (with no idea if anything went wrong). And this is how I get to remember it forever:
The first hour was saying hi to people, and the second was cutting the cake, dancing, and bouquet-throwing. Cutting the cake might have been my favorite thing. You know those people who ever-so-nicely place the piece of cake in their spouse's mouth? We are not those people. I mean, when are you ever going to be able to smash cake all over someone's face without getting it on film? There was no way I was going to pass up that opportunity. And I got him good. Loved every. second. of. it.
I knew from the beginning that I wanted a first dance with my husband and a daddy-daughter dance. I wasn't sold on everyone dancing because I didn't know if anyone would actually dance, so we just planned for those two dances. I have no idea if anyone saw us dancing haha, but it was what I wanted, and I'm so glad I did it. The best part for me is that we did it just as the sun was beginning to set (not planned), and it was just lovely (can I say lovely without sounding ridiculously cheesy?).
Throwing the bouquet and garter happened after it started getting dark, so pictures weren't as good, but I almost like that it was dark - it just looks fun. And it was fun. So, win win.
1 comments:
It was a super fun reception. So glad you didn't worry about anything that day. It is how it is suppose to be. I probably only bawled my eyes out a couple times that day...
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