Jeremy gave a fantastic speech at our rehearsal dinner, which ended with the “real” story of why Eric proposed. It was a nod to Mom’s famous “I’m counting to 3 or so help me god” routine (which he had mentioned earlier in the speech). Excerpt here:
It seems, however, that some people thought this is actually how things went down. Which is truly a testament to how absolutely absurd a human being people believe me to be.
Which is fantastic.
As requested, a couple shots for the blog readers who aren’t able to access the 293649283937 photos posted by friends on Facebook and Instagram (which we love, guys, so thank you!)
More stories to follow in the coming months, but in sum….it was NOT everything I expected— it was 10 thousand times more than anything I ever could have imagined for myself. Thank you to everyone who was a part of it and helped make it the incredible, love-filled, laughter-packed weekend it was. Including the best, most joyful dancer in town, my…husband! 😳
Before the wedding, our officiants sent out a questionnaire to friends and family in order to gather some info for the ceremony. The first (most basic, and arguably impossible to screw up) question was– “What is your relationship to Emily?” My dad’s answer:
Nope. March 30th.
“I guess we should have a house and buy a kid.”
–Eric, sort of getting it right.
Me (just now): “Did you feel anxious the week of your wedding? Like, obviously very excited, but also super anxious?”
We are in Potomac this weekend and, in an attempt to gain major son-in-law points (leaving Andrew in the dust), and because he’s just a ridiculously thoughtful guy, Eric searched far and wide for the perfect retirement gift for my dad. Unbeknownst to me, he contacted my dad’s wine guy in California, found him the perfect bottle, and had it shipped to the house today. He topped it off with a thoughtful card congratulating him on his retirement, and wishing him luck as he embarks on this new journey in life.
Dad (opens card): “I’m not retiring.”
In reference to Eric’s 2-year-old niece Mackenzie (“Mac”) and my 2-year-old nephew Tyler (“The Boog”) walking down the aisle….
What I wouldn’t pay to give this guy a full-blown koala hug and never let go.