I wore my dream Maggie Sottero gown, and every little bit was just how I imagined it. Only better.
Our wedding was so perfectly us. Instead of the traditional piano/organ music, we had a harpist. My friend Adrienne read this e.e. cummings poem. Shane's sister read from the Song of Solomon, which is my favorite part of the Bible.
And at the end of the ceremony, my husband who hates PDAs so much that he swore up and down he'd only give me a peck on the lips, kissed me so long that I eventually had to pull away, much to the laughter of everyone in attendance.
We left the church in a shower of pink and yellow flower petals.
In a shout out to Shane's nerdiness, we entered the reception to The Imperial March from Star Wars. We played Hot For Teacher when Shane removed my garter.
Our first dance was to Baby, Can I Hold You by Tracy Chapman.
By this point, my curls had fallen in the sticky Indiana heat, and I'd long since ditched the veil, but I didn't care.
And the cake, mmm, the cake was delicious!
On our first anniversary, I was so newly pregnant that it was mostly our sweet secret. And now, three years later, I'm so full of life that a stranger passing on the street knows. Four years of marriage, two babies. Could I be any luckier?
I don't think so.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be condemned.
Song of Solomon, 8. 7
Wedding photos by Keith Hefner Photography