The first time I got married, I was 19 years old and it was 1987. Most of our guests were teenagers and twentysomethings, combined with older family members. All the ‘youngsters’ danced the night away, including me… in bare feet, with my dress hiked up and my wayfarers on. It was such an awesome party that we hated to leave for our honeymoon! The sweetest thing to happen was the note we found tucked under the windshield of our “just married” car in the hotel parking lot. A couple, complete strangers in an unfamiliar town, wrote their best wishes to us for a long and happy life together and signed it “anonymous, Australia”.
My second (and final, damn it) wedding was a much smaller affair, but so meaningful to us. My girls were my maids-of-honor, and my husband’s sons were his best men. Only our closest friends and relatives were in attendance, and after the ceremony we whiled away the afternoon drinking beer in a lovely outdoor courtyard. So relaxed and happy!
I hope your day was beautiful, mouse, and that the rest of your lives together will be, too. Love you!