Today, Troy and I celebrate fourteen years of marriage! I could go all gushy and mushy, and say how much I love him and how I can't believe it's been so long and call him schmoopy and lavish him with kisses.
But that would mean that today would be like every other day of our marriage.
So, instead, here are some things that I remember about our wedding day.
- First and foremost, I was not nervous in any way, shape or form. (I used to hate it when my dad said that - "...way, shape, or form." So redundant.) I knew that I wanted to marry Troy without any doubt, so I didn't need to be nervous!
- He wasn't nervous either, by the way.
- I went to Merle Norman to get my make-up done, and to some random salon to have my hair done. I don't even think the salon is there anymore. I was supposed to get a manicure, but decided not to. I didn't call to cancel that appointment. I wonder if they're still waiting for me to show up...
|Natalie, putting on my garter. I realize that I don't like posed pictures like these!|
- Natalie's grandma, Jemima, happened to be in town from Australia during my wedding, so she got to come.
- My mom's friend Mary Jane was at the church to help with little details that needed helping with, and probably to keep my mom calm. She made the best chicken, grape, and almond salad for us to eat so that we wouldn't pass out up at the altar. Even to this day, I can't eat that salad without thinking of August 10th, 1996.
- Mary Jane also gave me a foot rub, the very first one of my life. It was GREATLY appreciated because those "dyed to match" shoes I got from Payless were KILLING me.
- Myra, my best friend's mom, made my dress. She said that she'd never bled so much when she was sewing, and it was probably because she was working with yards and yards of pure white satin. I told her she should put a dot of blood in the hem to represent all the blood shed for my dress. She embroidered a little red heart instead, which was probably much more sanitary. I'm showing off the heart in the above picture.
- Troy and I were having all our pictures taken before the wedding, so I wanted to have a moment alone with him. My plan was that he would be standing at the front and I would come up the aisle so that he could see me for the first time just like it was the beginning of the wedding. Our photographer obviously didn't understand that because when I walked into the back of the church, here he came around the corner with Troy in tow. Kind of ruined the picture I had in mind, but that's OK.
- Right before my dad walked me down the aisle, he looked at me and, in a panicked voice, said, "I forgot to bring your wedding present!"
- Troy was very emotional during the vows, and I remember thinking that I should be emotional, too. "I really should be crying, but the tears won't come!"
- Troy's hair was as long as my veil. I loved his long hair! He cut it about three months after the wedding. I think we still have the braid around here somewhere.
|This picture wasn't taken at that moment, but we probably looked kind of like that.|
|Troy and his dad. I like to call this picture "Pete and Re-Pete"|
- Our reception was supposed to be cake and punch, but there were also chocolate covered strawberries there as well. To this day, we don't know who provided them. The man who was in charge of the reception just told my mom, "It's taken care of!" and wouldn't tell her how.
- I didn't find out about the strawberries until we got home from our honeymoon. I was kind of bummed that I didn't get one!
- We went whitewater rafting in Colorado for our honeymoon, and camped the whole time. It was beautiful, even when I fell out of the raft in the rapids under the Royal Gorge bridge and Troy thought he was going to lose his new bride on his honeymoon.
|I love his braids!!|
- Yes, cheezily enough, my wedding day was the happiest day of my life! I'd marry him all over again in a heartbeat!