How I became the queen

Do you love my corny title?

Catch up on part one of our Wedding day here.

And a very happy anniversary to the love of my life.

Now back to the story.

Jon and I still hadn’t seen each other, and after getting dressed and taking some pictures, the girls and I had some celebratory champagne (you know, just to take the edge off).


(don’t worry, the little girl was drinking water)

Once outside, we saw the limo pull up and the girls helped me get in.

That limo, peeps, smelled disgusting.  I have no idea what had gone on the night before but I could guess.  It smelled like puke.

The girls and I all held our breath the best we could and made the trip to the Church.



Fun fact for ya - the air conditioning at the Church was broken.  And they only had a couple of fans set up.  Oh, and it was a sweltering 90+ degrees.  To say that we were all sweating would be an understatement.

Nevertheless, we made it down the isle.

My dad held me tight as we walked down and we whispered jokes to one another to keep each other from crying.



Jon waited nervously (I’m guessing by the way he was standing and smiling at me nervously) and took my hand from my dad.

We went through a very short ceremony (I believe I told our Justice of Peace to keep it under 10 minutes), but Jon still managed to say “I do” about 2 minutes before he was supposed to.



And before we knew it, we were married.





We all climbed into the limo, cracked open the beers, hiked up our dresses (we were sweating), and eagerly celebrated.

The reception went off without a hitch.  We ate, we drank, we danced (don’t worry, I requested the Chicken Dance, the Macarena, and every single other corny song you can imagine).  I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

























Happy anniversary, my love.  And here’s to many more.