The Big Day

Now that the wedding (Anh's wedding, not mine) is over I feel like I can finally say I will never wear high heels again. I am still suffering from the effects of wearing them too long. It could also be the fact that I was dancing all over the place. (I went wild with the dancing. I blame it on the champagne even though I only had a sip.) The lesson of the story is never wear high heels for long, and don't dance like a crazy person.

I had a wonderful day filled with so many fond memories. There were even moments when I was crying. (It may have to do with the fact that I'm a big baby.) I even wanted to steal cameras. 

The day started off at church where we had a beautiful ceremony. It was really traditional, and I even got to do a reading. I was extremely nervous about being in front of a crowd, but it wasn't as bad as I imagined. I think the anticipation is always worse than actually talking in front of a crowd.

The reception at St. Regis was astonishing. The resort is so exceptionally pretty. I felt like I was too poor to walk in such a magnificent place. It was so fancy I was afraid to step out of place. There were tall staircases, fountains, and even a botanical garden. I even fell in love with the photographer (the same kind of love I have for all nice people). He took wonderful pictures, and he made me laugh throughout the day.

The food was heavenly. I had this amazing mahi mahi. The portion was almost as large as my face, and I could not even finish it. Food is the way to my heart, and I definitely enjoyed what I had for lunch. The photographer did catch me making a face at my glass of water. There were black specks in it, and I was not a happy camper. There may be some strange pictures of me. I only fear that I will be humiliated for the rest of my life.

(Part 2 of the wedding will be posted on a later date. I am too sleepy to continue with this post.)