In all honesty I had been kind of dreading the event because I'm so shy and I worry about making a good first impression. But everyone was so friendly and generous, and I truly enjoyed myself. As the picnic wound down I spent a lot of time chasing flies with Aaron's little cousin Sarah, who is four and a half and quite the princess. We're pretty good at keeping each other entertained.
I still feel a little jolt whenever someone refers to Aaron as my husband, or me as his wife. It's an incredibly good feeling.
Our wedding was so amazing, so perfect for us, and such a wonderful start to our married life. There are so many things I never want to forget. Beautiful flowers and unseasonably cool weather. Helping Erin dip hundreds of peppermint patties in chocolate. Eating coconut cake as we looked over the ceremony script one last time. The look on my grandma's face when she saw me all gussied up, like she was going to break into tears. The way the wind died down right before we all gathered around Mom's perennial garden. Looking over Aaron's shoulder and seeing my sister crying as Jaret read our ceremony. Aaron squeezing my fingers. Watching one of our cats wind his way through the legs of our guests. Taking a deep breath and centering myself as I read my vows (the one moment when I thought my tears were really going to get the better of me!). Annie dropping the pole she had been supporting when she reached out to hug me, and laughing when Aaron had to catch it. Making faces with my sisters after the ceremony. The beautiful lights in the barn. Losing power when we tried to plug in a second coffee maker.
I will remember everyone who was there with their love. I'll remember Neal playing a diddy on his banjo. I'll remember the elation I felt when two dear friends broke out into one of my favorite bluegrass songs. My mom, grandpa and aunt Suzi yodeling, and hearing the voices of my grandma and uncle Bob joining them from their table, and the sound of the coins circling the bowls. A piece read by Aaron's grandma about how god loves love stories, a love poem read by his aunt. Shane stepping up first and reading William Carlos Williams, Jaret reading a valentine poem he had copied down that evening. My dear sisters singing, and later, Laura belting out the lyrics of "Hallelujah." Annie and the alp horn. Hot coffee in my rosy tea cup and laughter. Standing up and "singing" for my college girls after they surprised me with the chant, "We love you Katie..." The desserts. Dear god, the desserts.
I've never felt a moment of post wedding blues. Never believe someone who tells you that your wedding will be the best day of your life. I never wanted that of our wedding - I just wanted a happy, meaningful start to our marriage. Our wedding was incredible, but when it was done we were both ready to move on to other things. What a wonderful feeling to be moving forward together.
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Oh my god. Email me, email me. I want you to share this or something like it as a geust post. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. So. Wonderful.
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