As promised...Here are some of the things that made five years ago oh so spethal...Sorry for the crappy photos, it's all I've got accessible right now:
At the church, the organist accidentally played what I was supposed to walk down the aisle to for my bridesmaids instead. Not realizing this, my dad and I are standing in the back. Waiting. Waiting. And waiting some more for the music to change. My dad finally realized it was the same song, but on the wedding video there is a defined minute or two between the last bridesmaid and me. I think Ken was starting to sweat bullets.
My garter was made by my oh-so-handy mother in law with fabric from my mom's wedding dress.
Our wedding cake was straight from the pages of Martha Stewart...But the picture we sent the country club was a three-tiered cake. Little did we know that a six-tiered cake was "standard." Well, our cake included loads of fresh fruit between each layer. It was beautiful, alright, but that sucker weighed about 800 pounds. We sat down to eat and the wedding planner came over and said, "Um, yeah, we're gonna cut the cake now before it falls over." Nothing better than dessert before dinner.
I wore my great Aunt Sally's vintage white mink to stay warm going into the ceremony and later in the evening. What a perfect accessory.
I wore slippers instead of shoes the entire night. Besides marrying Ken, it was the best wedding decision I made.
I had slightly off the shoulder sleeves on my gown - which I didn't plan for when I threw my bouquet off the second-story balcony. The bouquet went flying, landing directly on the middle of a table. Thankfully someone ran it back upstairs and gave me a second try.
Our wedding song was, "Chances Are," and we took dance lessons a few weeks before the wedding - but the dance studio must have gotten the wrong instructions because they planned out this strange, choreographed dance for us (versus a nice foxtrot). As Ken says, they had us using "spirit fingers." Our compromise? We ended up doing the 8th grade shuffle.
My then 13 year-old brother in law fell madly in love with my best friend Mercer when she shook her groove thang out on the dance floor to "I will Survive" with him in tow. He still talks about it to this day. (Remember, Mercer is one of the most amazingly gorgeous people on the face of the planet).
Our limo forgot to come back and get us from the reception...So our ride to the hotel was in the backseat of my uncle's Suburban, shared with my then 15-year old cousin Patrick. Very romantic.
On our honeymoon, we were at the pool talking to this other couple and they asked me what grade I was in. In high school.