So, our wedding day was fabulous. Couldn't have asked for more. I COULD, however, have asked for LESS rain.. but we definately made the best of it. We planned and planned and planned our little tooshies off. Nothing went as expected. (We somehow did not plan for 36 hours of rain) Regardless of the weather...at approximately 8:00 on Friday evening, we marched down an "aisle" of mud (me being barefoot, I might add) (hey, I'm pregnant, I do what I want), with our friends and family humming the wedding march in the drizzling rain. The only other thing I remember about that moment was how handsome my hubby was, and how proud I was to have picked the right one. (and that I was standing on a pebble.. but that's beside the point)
Overall, I feel like we have a fairytale kind of love. It wasn't love at first sight. It wasn't like a bolt of lightning. It was a sincere, loving friendship from the beginning. We wanted nothing more than to be there for eachother. He is the only man (besides my dad) who understands me enough to know my faults and to not care about them. He knows that I am not a morning person (ever), and that I fall asleep in every single movie ever made (regardless of how action-packed and loud it is). He puts up with my cat (just barely enough), and opens my car door for me over and over and over and over and over again. He eats junk food in bed with me regularly. He lets me wear his blue jeans when none of mine fit anymore (boooo to pregnancy). He talks to our baby girl while she floats around in my belly, and congratulates me when the doctor tells me I've gained 6 pounds (thanks, but no thanks, darlin), and MOST importantly... He kills all of the bugs in the house. (It's okay that you're jealous. Who wouldn't be?) Eek. Vanity.
Point being is that I am so excited to be married to this man. I feel like I somehow tricked him.. maybe hypnotized him?
I am far too lucky to be his wife. Thank you for all the well-wishes! Everything was perfect.