At this time two years ago, we were celebrating our marriage at our reception. I can’t believe it’s already been two years. Time flies when you’re having fun. I still can’t believe how calm I was on our wedding day. I wasn’t stressed out about anything and had the whole “whatever” attitude. I didn’t see a point in stressing out. I just wanted to enjoy everything.
But, I did cry. I really didn’t want to, but I think my mom jinxed me when she told me she cried through their ceremony and wasn’t able to say her vows (we wrote our own, and yes, I wasn’t able to get through mine either). The crying started when my dad saw me for the first time and started to choke up himself and just went downhill from there. Joe thought it was sweet, though.
Our ceremony started *exactly* at 2 p.m., which is what I wanted. I didn’t want mine to be one of those weddings where the guests have to sit around waiting for things to begin.
Our reception was a lot of fun. I was probably the only bride who didn’t dance at her own wedding (besides the first dance, of course, which, in my case probably couldn’t be called a dance since I suck at it). I tried to do the electric slide but my shoes kept getting caught in my dress, so I spent my time going around and talking to everyone. I wanted to make sure I saw as many people as I could.
The only thing that went wrong was that our dj didn’t have Hava Nagila for the chair dance. He blamed me because I didn’t specifically list it, but, really, what dj goes to a part Jewish wedding and *doesn’t* have that song? It didn’t matter though. Everyone sang it themselves as they danced around it. Like I said, no need to stress out. Everything worked out. I take that back. I *did* get a little stressed out on the chair because my brothers were holding mine and were tilting it so I’d fall off.
Probably the best part of the day, though, was my friend who was my “Head of Security”. He stood in front of the bridal room door and wouldn’t let anyone in unless he cleared it with me. I wish someone had gotten pictures of him! I thought it was awesome, though, because I didn’t want anyone seeing me before the wedding.
Two years later and I still love looking at our pictures. Happy anniversary, baby. Here’s to many, many more!