Let me tell you something about my wedding, I should have eloped in Vegas. For real, some Elvis impersonator would have been our photographer. Or best man. It was the middle of June in Arkansas, we got married in a town 3 hours away from our home but did not stay there the night before, and did I mention it was June in Arkansas? Oh, and I was about 100 lbs heavier than I am at this moment so the sweltering humidity and heat of an Arkansas summer was infinitely amplified. If it is over 72 degrees, inside or out, I am not happy about it. I was dying!
We planned the wedding for 4 months and it was a night. mare. I don't know how people live through year long engagements without aggravated assault charges being brought. I honest to God hated every single part of it. Yes, I even hated looking for wedding dresses. Bridesmaids dresses, same thing. I ended up having all of them handmade. My dress, while beautiful, me inside of it - not so much.
In the end and overall, things went smoothly. I guess. I don't really remember. I was sweating and anxious and nervous and sweating and well, you get the idea. We are glad to have family photos with people who have since died and all that jazz, sure. I was just never that girl who had planned her wedding since adolescence. It just wasn't my thing. I know, they should revoke my vagina for that statement.
Tomorrow, a talent of mine.