I haven't decided yet which is harder, packing or unpacking. Regardless, setting up our new home has been quite the endeavor and worth about 10 posts to itself. However, before I can even breach the subject of our move up north I must rewind (insert the sound of an old-school VHS player here) to the day that started this new chapter in our lives: July 10, 2010.
To quote Ben Folds Five: "I am the luckiest." Or should I say, WE are the luckiest. Our wedding day turned out better and more beautiful than we could have ever imagined.
Sure, there were plenty of butterflies in the stomach and anxious pacing - I mean, just look at my face:
But we were surrounded by friends...
family...
and loved ones...
Who filled a church and watched as we made the ultimate commitment - to love, honor, and cherish each other.
Made visible by the exchanging of vows...
rings...
binding of hands...
and finally a kiss...
When we were finally husband and wife.
And you know, the minute I stepped foot into that church those butterflies became a fleeting memory. To be replaced by pure joy...a joy that spilled over into a reception that was filled with such love, warmth, laughter, and fun that 4 hours felt like 4 minutes.
We laughed...
We cried...
And we danced...
Oh, did we dance.
Then we went sailing out on a sea of well-wishes, cheer, and love...
That spurred us onward...leaning us "forward to our next crazy venture beneath the skies". (Jack Kerouac)
To quote Ben Folds Five: "I am the luckiest." Or should I say, WE are the luckiest. Our wedding day turned out better and more beautiful than we could have ever imagined.
Sure, there were plenty of butterflies in the stomach and anxious pacing - I mean, just look at my face:
But we were surrounded by friends...
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Who filled a church and watched as we made the ultimate commitment - to love, honor, and cherish each other.
Made visible by the exchanging of vows...
and finally a kiss...
When we were finally husband and wife.
And you know, the minute I stepped foot into that church those butterflies became a fleeting memory. To be replaced by pure joy...a joy that spilled over into a reception that was filled with such love, warmth, laughter, and fun that 4 hours felt like 4 minutes.
We laughed...
We cried...
And we danced...
Oh, did we dance.
Then we went sailing out on a sea of well-wishes, cheer, and love...
That spurred us onward...leaning us "forward to our next crazy venture beneath the skies". (Jack Kerouac)
