You would think we would have been all cried out by now but...
I remember I was *really* focused on NOT ugly crying.
(it's obviously hereditary)
The ceremony was perfect, minus the loud bounce house full of bouncing children in the yard directly above ours. It's actually totally fitting now... as our life is an actual bounce house full of bouncing children.
(This was obviously a momentary lapse in emotion.)
Even after the the ceremony, as we got ready for pictures, it was a continuous cycle of now crying, freshly cried, crying again... really excessive.
Our reception was in our next door neighbor's backyard. Every one picked up a chair and walked over. It was sparkly and magical. I'll never forget it.
I always loved these sneaky, hidden shots of us being all alone.
And then people started making toasts and it was just a constant stream of this...
At this point we started to party, which was, like, doctors orders...
We stayed until the bitter end and had the best, best, best time.
And then we left in our sunscreen-drenched car with our family and friends all around us. Super in love, super married, not crying.
June 18, 2005.