I don’t like looking at my wedding photos. There, I said it. It’s not that they aren’t beautiful, objectively they are. Rather, it’s that the story they tell is incomplete.
You’ve set a standard few can compare to. But I know the man standing before the two of us (when that day comes) will uphold the values you have set for me and the example you’ve led my entire life.
It’s not about the venue or the food. It’s not about the dress or the aisle. More than anything, to love and to be loved, I think it’s magical enough.
“I was the maid of honor and as I gave my toast I had a massive brain fart and called the groom by the bride’s ex’s name…”
Our entire lives
spent testing formulas,
less trial more error,
figuring out how
to make people stay
I will cry during my toast – I apologize in advance for ruining your makeup.
Society continuously portrays a wedding as just that: a wedding. A one-day ordeal filled with pretty dresses and champagne toasts that ends after the reception, rather than the first day of the rest of your life with your spouse.