My plan was simple.
I was going to live in every single moment, of every single day, of our entire wedding weekend. I was really really going to enjoy it and soak it all up. And in doing so, I would have no regrets or feelings of sadness after.
And so I did that.
From the moment we left Nebraska Monday evening and drove through tornado like conditions, until we forced ourselves to pull over and stay in a $60 Super 8 Motel, until the moment Chris and I finally called it a night around 3 a.m. after our wedding early Sunday morning.
I lived in all of it.
Several times during our reception Chris and I would turn to each other and say, "Isn't this the best?" Or "how did we get so lucky to be surrounded by so many great people?" and "I can't believe everyone is here for us."
Toward the end as Chris was hoisted on his best man's shoulders and I was held up on a chair we grabbed each others hands and shouted THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER. That moment will never leave me. *Also I need to note two men the size of Chris and Andy have probably never done such a thing before and it was really an incredible/terrifying thing to see. pics to follow.
But loving and living in every moment doesn't make time slow down like I foolishly thought it might. When I saw the first shuttle arrive at our reception at 9:30 I panicked. How could it already be coming to an end? We'd just started the night! The day even, it felt like. All of the planning and preparation and constant trips to BHLDN to find the perfect hair clip and cards and place settings, ALL OF IT was coming to end ALREADY? It couldn't be.
The only thing we could do at that point was kick off our shoes and dance our asses off. And that we did.
Now here's the part where I drop the ball and let it be known that I'm most likely going to be recapping everything wedding for the next week or so. It can't possibly be wrapped up in one post, or even two. I've never taken this much time off from blogging and I've just been itching to write.
A part of me was like, no I shouldn't write 100 posts about this. But the other part of me is like, screw it. This was a huge moment in my life and I want to document it from start to finish. I want to share funny stories and moments that happened that I never want to forget. So damn it, I'm going for it.
I'm starting with the week before, partying every night in the penthouse suites we rented with our best friends at The Steamboat Grand, not getting more than 3-4 hours asleep EVER, and ending with today. The day I was finally ready to write and told myself it's time to stop being sad that it's over.
Speaking of that, I wasn't prepared for the sadness I'd feel after it was over. It hit me hard. It's probably self indulgent or childish to admit it, but it's true. I was so so so blue the days right after the wedding. I still am a little. But I guess I shouldn't be that surprised considering I get sad after every single birthday and holiday passes.
I also plan to cover my advice for future brides, things I'm happy we did, and a few of the things I regret/went wrong (there's not many, but a few...) like not setting out enough chairs so when Helene and Sarah arrived they initially had to stand. Or like how the florist we chose from Tall Tulips was still decorating the arch as guests were taking their seats... Like I said, just minor annoying details.
In the meantime, here's a few photos from what was easily the best day of my life. Most are taken from Facebook and are iphone pics, but our awesome photographer Elias Rios did send me a few early teaser pics. You'll know which pics are his (because they're the best.)
I love this pic. I feel like it captures the essence of the weekend. Our friends started arriving Wednesday just to be with us all week long.
And finally, our beautiful tent. A pic captured by Helene. Did I mention I met Helene and Sarah, two bloggers turned real life friends? Was it weird meeting two people you've never met in "real life" at your wedding one might ask. Not at all. Read Helene's post about it here.
More to come... I'm giving myself a full week to write and recap. I found my writing bug on our honeymoon and I don't intend to let it go.
I also wrote some fan fiction on our honeymoon about the "popular couple" no one (except me) could get enough of. Let's call them them Trevor and Melanie, or Mellers (melly belly hehe!) and Trev. Because that was their names. Give me a few drinks and I'll share that too. This blog might make a turn for the weird(er) in the next few weeks so let's just all embrace it.
Happy Monday, world. Let's hop to it.