So . . . since you all have been tolerant of the numerous wedding posts I've posted in the last 13 months (has it only been 13 months, LOL), I am posting some of the photos I have from my wedding day. Left-brain is only in one of them, because, as he put it, it was MY day.
Seriously, it was truly a beautiful day. Weather was perfect for October, breezy and beautiful. We ate cupcakes for lunch. Our DJ was fantastic. The only thing I would change was our wedding cake. It was the ugliest cake I've ever seen, but it tasted good, and who cares what it looked like, in the end. We provided a candy bar for our guests, of all sorts of goodies, that was a huge hit, and a novelty in our circle, so much so that my little nephew and I decided the party was over when it was put away.
So here are some of the fun photos
Goofing off with the timer in the hotel the night before. With me are my friends, Shar'n, Brea, and Samantha. I set the timer and leaped onto the bed, LOL
Lord knows what was going on, but I liked this picture. My hair was freshly dyed and stick-straight. I love it. I am trying to figure out just how much I have to work to afford to have this done more often.
Shar'n is one of the biggest Kentucky fans I know, and, now that she's almost pulled Left-brain into our fold, she gave us wedding gifts to seal the deal. I love them!
Before the wedding. My two new SILs are on the left back, Best friend B is in front of them, with Samantha on my right. Niece and nephews are in front. I gave them gifts before we went. Little nephew got small boats and it was some decision whether to take a boat or a diver down the aisle. We let him put both of them in his tux pocket and told him to play with them only when he sat down."
My father walking me down the aisle. My train apparently swung sideways and into a pew and my friend Joan's husband stepped on it. I got jerked backwards and it took a minute before he realized why I was standing still. Of course my dad was trying to go forward. And it didn't help that he ended up yookering my veil when he lifted it, so it was hanging there til a bridesmaid fixed it.
Getting the blessing from the priest.
By this point, I was in utter pain. I wear high heels, I love high heels. These high heels, although gorgeous, were instruments of the Devil. 4 1/2" stilletos, strappy, with a 2010 penny and a sixpence (I think) taped under my instep. I thought it would work because I have high arches. Yeah, still money under my foot for 45 minutes. Left-brain was complaining at one point . . . til I informed him of my footwear choices. I did keep them on, though, til it was time to do the Electric Slide, and then, y'all, they came off. Because nothing hampers me from that! I'm pretty sure I broke some beads on my dress. It was worth it!
My bridal photo. A yookered veil, a dirty train, sore feet, but I faked it! This is posterity!
And with my girls in their gorgeous dresses. We opted, and I highly recommend this, to allow them to pick their own dress as long as it was the color. That way, everyone got a dress they liked that fit their bodies. Two of them said they would wear the dress again, somewhere else. Score!
We're starting to settle into married life. So far, it's like it was before, only I get to answer the phone and tell the telemarketers I am, in fact, Mrs. Harper. I'm back at work today for the first time. I think I'd prefer being a homemaker . . . but the pay is better at my job . . .LOL.