I got up and ran alone for an hour, practicing my vows.
I pulled a total diva routine at the hairdresser when they screwed up the schedule and some of my bridesmaids hadn’t gotten manicures.
I was shoved into a jeep and driven down a dirt path so my parents and I could emerge from the woods for a walk down the aisle.
G cried a little during his vows.
We were tricked into doing some lame "looking down the river of our future" photos while the guests enjoyed our carefully selected hors d’oeuvres.
We did our first dance (based on our "Learn to Dance at your Wedding" class) with a grande finale move, and were quite surprised when the band kept going with another verse.
My brother did a very inebriated version of Jimi Hendrix with the band, followed up by our friend M’s amazing rendition of I Will Survive and a beach music guitar solo.
We reached our hotel–an hour drive away by a limo that had left–still in our wedding clothes, to discover that our reservation was not in their computers.
7 years….1 apartment, 2 condos, and 1 house…2 states…4 jobs (me) and 2 jobs (G)…1 great kid…some new friends, some old friends…2 cats down….1 apartment break in, 2 cars stolen (well, same car twice), 1 awful, completely insane neighbor…Tahiti, Caribbean boat trips, Paris, Alaska….lots of funny memories, lots of good memories, some bad memories….did I mention the great kid?…
It has been a great ride and I would do it all over again. Love you G!