Day 17) My wedding day

Day 17) My wedding day

My wedding day was wonderful. We planned our wedding at the Denver temple to happen at 1 pm because then we would be able to go straight to the reception and not have to wait around forever. So, I got to sleep in.

I woke up pretty late and ate a bowl of cereal. I remember walking around all morning thinking

It's my wedding day. MY wedding day! my WEDDING DAY! Is it weird how relaxed I am?

I couldn't believe the day was here. Lucas and I had a VERY short courtship. Our first date was December 2nd (or was it 4th...? uh oh.) And then only 2 months later we got engaged, and only 8 weeks after that was our wedding day. April 3, 2009.

I walked around the morning of my wedding, not in a big rush to get anything done. My dress was simple, I had not planned how to do my hair or makeup, and all the reception planning and setting up was being done by everyone else. I guess it's supposed to be that way, but I completely trusted everyone to take care of it and I wasn't worried about a thing. All I had to worry about was making sure my Honeymoon suitcase was packed. So I did that. I hung out with my friend, Sylvia, who was in town for the wedding. Finally we decided to do my hair. We talked and talked, and mingled with in-town family. Then Sylvia started curling my hair for me, we had no plan and were just hoping it would turn out alright.

She gets about 1/4th of the way around my head and my brother, Steven, says "You know you have to be at the temple in 30 minutes right?"

WHAT?! I lounged around all morning and now my hair and makeup are not done! BAH! So I apologized to Sylvia, ran upstairs and brushed out my hair, and voila! It looked awesome! It had a great little flip that I sprayed with hairspray (it stayed all night!) and the rest looked way better than I could have hoped for! I quickly put on some makeup and got in the car with my honeymoon bag in the back. And off we went!

At the temple things were perfect. The second I saw Lucas butterflies filled my stomach and I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet.

The ceremony was beautiful and perfect. The room was filled with loved ones, and my Dad was bawling! It was adorable and of course made me bawl. My wedding day was what felt like the finish line to one heck of a rollercoaster ride of a dating life. My Dad must have felt such huge relief when I made it to my goal of finding a man to take me to the temple and marry me for time and all eternity. It was wonderful. Looking into Lucas' eyes, both of our eyes filled with tears as we agreed to spend the rest of forever as one. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted him for all eternity.

I couldn't believe that I didn't have a single reason to feel unsure about my decision to marry Lucas. I didn't question it once. I knew from about our 3rd date that he was the man I wanted to spend forever with. I searched and searched for something about him to be a red flag, something to prove that nothing and nobody can be as perfect as Lucas seems...but I couldn't find anything. I have since given up trying, and come to the conclusion that he IS perfect, and I am just blessed.

After the ceremony Lucas looked at me, his new wife, and his eyes watered and he said "wow" and smiled. It made me feel like a million bucks. He grabbed my hand and we walked outside the temple to the cheers of our families. It was SO FUN. I dont hate attention, and I loved seeing how happy everyone really seemed for us. It was magical. We took pictures for a long time with our amazing photographer, Jessi, then headed off to Larkspur for our wedding reception.



The reception was at the home of a very close family friend. They have a new house they built in the middle of nowhere, with great views, and designed to be an entertaining home. It was gorgeous. We LOVED everything. We stood in line for hours and met and mingled with hundreds of people, we tried to sneak a bite to eat between greetings, and then we cut the cake.

Lucas was very nice to me, people gathered around and anticipated a cake in face smash fest, but Lucas kindly gave me a bite and I gave him one, then we kissed to the cute and polite "awwwww"s of our guests. However, 5 seconds later my sister, Sarah, came upstairs and said "I missed it?! I missed it?!" and so we did it again!

This time we weren't so nice, and we smashed blue icing all over eachother, and everyone cheered! Its all for you, sarah!

We decided not to have a big dance, but just have the traditional Father/Daughter, and First dance. I danced with my dad to "Butterfly Kisses" Which wasn't my plan but my dad loves it so we did and it was great. He cried again, and laughed at how I couldn't dance. (My sleeves wouldn't let me lift my arms up high enough so we just hugged and awkwardly pivoted for a song that is too long.) Then Lucas borrowed me from my dad and we danced to a rascal flatts song. I honestly dont remember which one, because I PRETEND that we danced to Blue October's "18th floor balcony" because that is what I wanted but I didn't get it on my ipod.

We left the reception in our blue minivan that someone had put the word "sex" on instead of "Just Married" Who does that? haha, oh well. So we drove off after hugging everyone to our life as a married couple.

I have had to pinch myself ever since to remind myself I'm not dreaming, and I really am as lucky as I feel. Lucas is perfect for me, and I am madly in love with him.

In just a year and a half Lucas and I have been through a lot, but we have done it all together, and we love each other more and more everyday. He's amazing. I love being married.