Wedded Bliss

Do you hear that? That right there? That's silence. That's called peace. I am no longer talking to myself, frantically scribbling notes on the back of Hobby Lobby receipts and I'm not cursing at my computer screen.  That can really only mean one thing.


I. GOT. MARRIED.

 

Yes, it's true. The big day has come and gone and now that the dust has settled, I'll try to recap the highs, lows, tears, laughs, and everything in between. 

From a bride's (incredibly biased, still basking in the after glow) perspective:

1. Family. I cannot even begin to explain the love you feel for/from your family when you get married. Maybe it's because I'm the only girl on my mom's side, or because it was just because our families are so awesome (maybe both) but I felt nothing but love from my and Mark's family. My aunts worked for hours and hours on my bridal shower, rehearsal dinner and on the day of the wedding to make sure it was perfect. My cousin Weston hand carved the center pieces out of downed aspens. My Dad and brother hand made yard games for the reception. It was incredible how everyone came together and made our wedding so incredible. I don't even know how to thank them enough.



Weston made this!

2. Friends. Even now, I get goose-bumps thinking about how amazing our friends are. Only 3 out of our enormous 14-person wedding party was actually living in Colorado. Our friends loved us enough to travel from: Thailand (!), Maine, New York, Portland, New Mexico, Ohio, Montana, Reno, Cali... The list goes on. And not only did they come to the wedding, but they were in it. They dealt with anal emails from me, goofy socks, staying in my parent's camper, and even brought their spouses with them. I cannot express how much it meant to us that our friends would do all that for us. 



Our enormous(ly awesome) wedding party.

I was ugly crying into Dad's shirt

Ugly crying. At our rehearsal dinner we introduced all our wedding party, which was really special and amazing and yes, Mark told me 10 minutes before it happened so I had no time to actually prepare anything to say. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Mark talked about his brother/ best man and started crying, then the waterworks started. I cried, Mark cried, everyone cried. So, naturally, I was terrified that it would be 10x worse on the actual wedding day. Plus, the girl who did my makeup informed to AFTER it was done that it was not waterproof. Excuse me? But, I was able to lock it up and hold my sh*t together. Well, for the most part. But if I learned anything it was that crying is actually really appropriate and endearing at your own wedding. So future brides, cry away!

It truly was an amazing day. I wouldn't have changed a thing!