Procrastinating

It's already been over a month since our wedding and we haven't posted anything! January was busy. We had to move into our new place, I started another semester and we both went back to work. But, I'm getting way ahead of myself. Ok, let's start with the wedding:

Dec. 29th, 2006
I woke up before anyone else in the house. Andrew was staying at the hotel with his family because our house became very full when the rest of my family arrived. Showering was priority number one. Not a good day to skip out on basic hygiene! I went across the hall and was just about ready to step into the shower when the door opened. "Aunt Willow, I need to go to the bathroom!" I tried to cover myself with the nearest towel. Josh is seven. I let him use the bathroom, but after a while I got suspicious when he hadn't come out. Turns out he had decided to play around on the scale for a while. When I recovered the bathroom I made sure to lock the door. After getting out of the shower I heard everyone moving around in the house. I went to my room to throw some clothes on before getting ready so there wouldn't be a repeat of Josh walking in. When I went back to dry my hair someone else was in the bathroom. I waited a little bit, but then the shower turned on. Anne, my sister in-law, was getting ready... I should have knocked on the door, I know, but I just stood staring at the door stupidly. My brother finally saw me and went in to get my make up and hair dryer. So, My hair got only part way dried and I had to do my make-up in the car. Not the way I had expected to get ready for my wedding day, that's for sure!

On the way to the temple I looked down and noticed that I didn't have my ring on. I called my Aunt and she went back to the house to look for it. It wasn't anywhere to be found. I still can't believe I lost my ring on the day of my wedding! When my mom and I got to the temple I had to break it to Andrew. He replied, "Well, it could have been worse, someone could have stolen me." How right he is. I'd much rather have Andrew than my ring, but it still doesn't make me feel much better. The temple sealing was great. Andrew cried afterwards, but I was so happy that I wasn't able to. Definitely a role reversal.

On the way out to get some pictures taken I was pounced upon by my Aunt and mother... I had "forgotten" to put on the white silk fur lined cape that my Aunt had made for me. The "you look like a little snow bunny!" comments by my mother didn't make me feel any better about the cape. I caught my reflection on the way out, the cape made me look like a traveling winter circus tent. The old ladies gathered around to say how precious I looked while the young brides in the dressing room look on with pity.

After temple pictures, a luncheon, and some crying in the car about my ring, we had our reception. It was beautiful. Instantly after walking in I forgave my Aunt about the cape, the place was glittering (in a very non-tacky way). The pictures made it look terrible because the photographer used a flash. My Aunt had worked so hard to make my lighting ideas reality with a crazy drop ceiling of wires for all the huge white paper lanterns and Swedish crystal votives on the tables. In fact I really didn't care for any of my pictures. Our photographer got sick and left right after the reception started so we didn't get tons of pictures of the party.

All-in-all it was a good day--besides losing my ring and the painful 4 inch heals, of course.