You plan for months, and months, and months, and then it’s all over in just a few hours. It’s a hard pill to swallow and there were so many times on Saturday where I just wanted to stop and catch my breath. Of course I could not, and the night went by so, so fast.
We had the wedding exactly the way we wanted to have it, and I wouldn’t change a thing. We wrote our own vows, and I’m told there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. I know Jason and I struggled to get the words out. We rode away from the ceremony on our tandem bicycle (no I’m not kidding).
We danced our butts off to a rockabilly band, taught our bridal party some sweet dance moves, drank great Iowa beer and wine, and stuff napkins down our shirts and dresses while eating pulled pork sandwiches.
We gave speeches, we were obnoxious, we laughed, we cried. Everything was just, perfect. And we are the luckiest people in the world.