Last week, on August 8th, I celebrated my three year anniversary with Lance. The day we got married will be one I never forget but not for any of the usual reasons brides say they’ll remember their wedding day.
It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t just how I imagined it. It wasn’t your typical day at all.
Let me start by saying I never planned on getting married. I can name two people I know who are still on their first marriages and while my parent’s divorce wasn’t exactly ugly it wasn’t something I ever wanted to go through. When Lance finally talked me into marrying him, I wanted to elope. I wanted to run away to Tennessee and go through one of their drive-thru chapels wearing jeans and sneakers. Lance wanted the whole thing. Which would have been okay, but he wanted me to plan it as well. So I did.
Neither of us are the religious types. We’re actually pretty cynical about the whole thing and while we have a lot of spiritual beliefs between the two of us a church wedding wasn’t an option for us. We wanted to get married outdoors with just the closest people around us. It would have all been fine if not for the weather. The week leading up to the 8th the weather was clear as crystal and predicted to be just the same for our wedding day. The closer we got the more rain was predicted and when we woke up early that morning to see to last minute details it was pouring. While I did the typical bride thing of hair and make-up Lance saw to all of the details of moving our outdoor reception inside. I figure it was fair since if we had eloped it wouldn’t have been an issue and I was the one who had to do everything else leading up to the day.
On the way back to town with my hair all done up and with the flowers the rain got so bad my sister, who took me to her hairstylist, had to actually pull the car over because the rain was so bad we couldn’t see to drive.
By the time I made it to the church where we moved the reception everyone was already there setting up. My aunts, my soon-to-be-husband, my grandparents and a couple of our friends were doing their best to turn the cold gymnasium into something pretty. They did a great job considering they only had a couple of hours to do it and I didn’t have many decorations because really, when you’re in a green field surrounded by trees who needs a lot of decorations?
Because I’m a control freak, because nothing can happen in my family wihtout drama, because I hate to pass off work I was supposed to be doing, I was late to my own wedding. I showed up so late that people were starting to wonder if I got cold feet and ran. I didn’t. I am just always late. Lance didn’t look worried though.
From here, I’ll let the pictures do most of the talking for me. They tell a pretty funny story…
But the very, very best part?