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.
“Do you want me to show you some shadow animals?”
— Eric, just now, in bed.
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! 😳
“I guess we should have a house and buy a kid.”
–Eric, sort of getting it right.
“Emily, no. NO. Jesus christ, just…no.”
— Friend, when I asked if I can wear my FitBit to my wedding.
“I’m just going to step on it lightly. I don’t want to blow out my knee.”
— Eric, re: breaking the glass at our wedding
Been cross-checking with married friends who know things, as I do not.
That moment when you order a garter for your wedding because people told you “You’re a bride, you HAVE to wear a garter!” and then it arrives and you instantly remember who you are as a person and return it.
As anyone with anxiety can imagine, the decision-making aspect of wedding planning has been a challenge.