Honeymoo dispatch! So where was I. Ah yes, the wedding. I can’t believe how well everything went. The only minor snafu was that some of the guests found Stephen’s desserts irresistible before they had officially been served, but who can blame them?

So anyway, the ceremony. I walked up the aisle with my dad, and really barely even saw all the guests. I just smiled like an idiot and looked at Brian. The train of my gown swept up some of the little white flowers that had been sprinkled all over the aisle. I got to the end and hugged my dad and handed my gorgeous bouquet to my maid of honor, Ert. Then Dave Zibell started the ceremony. We read our vows to each other, and I had to try really hard not to just bust out crying as I read mine. My voice was very trembly but I managed to hang on.We said “I do.” Then we gave each other the rings, and Dave wrapped it up by pronouncing us man & wife. We kissed, everyone cheered, wooo! Then we hustled down the aisle together to the song “I Will.” I saw our excellent photographer out of the corner of my eye snapping our picture.

Brian and I ran upstairs together and, well, you know, had a few minutes alone, which was just my favorite since I hadn’t gotten to spend any time with him in more than 24 hours it seemed. It was pretty romantic. Then we went downstairs to take pictures together and otherwise mingle with everyone.

It was just so great to see all my friends, my family, and my new family, all in one place. I did my best to chat with everyone, but it was hard, of course. Dinner was served and was as yummy as expected (cucumber radish salad, potatoes au gratin with gruyere, salmon with watercress, tri tip steak with green beans). I think everyone was pretty pleased. And the sun was out! Which was odd since almost every forecast said clouds and possible rain. But it all swept away in time for the ceremony & reception. Kooky.

Brian and I had a dance together. My brother of course sat in on piano with the jazz quartet, which made me incredibly proud. I even sang along a little on “Night and Day,” which the band said was a first — a bride singing at her own wedding. Heh. Jason the photographer was unable to convince me to climb up onto the piano.

Anyway, la la la. It was great. The eight hours I was at the clubhouse seemed to fly by. I said the last goodbyes to the guests around 6:30 or so, and Brian and I were basically the last to leave (apart from our caterers, who were exceptional). We headed home, our car full of gifts and leftovers and so on, and took our time unloading the car. Opened some gifts, made a huge mess. [censored]. Lay on the couch in an exhausted daze while Brian pulled a couple dozen bobby pins out of my hair.

I can’t WAIT to see how the pictures turned out. I already saw a few from my mother-in-law’s camera — she of course got them done at a one-hour photo.

I just can’t believe our luck on that day. The weather co-operated, my vendors were all incredible, I even had good skin! Of all the days in my life to not be breaking out, this was certainly one.