Our DJ called us back to the floor and invited all the other married couples out with us. Each couple sat down when he announced the time married.
We didn’t want to throw everybody off, so we sat down when he said “if you’ve been married less than a day.”
My little, Jeymie (who has an adorable blog), and her hubby, Mike, were next at less than a month. He’s in the blue shirt, and she’s wearing the pink dress.
Then our Army friends and cousins, who’ve been married for almost four to six years.
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| Baby Chase decided to join in with his parents. |
Our parents both celebrate their 30th wedding anniversaries this year.
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| I lurv this perspective. |
And some of our other friends and family.
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| Mac’s aunt and uncle. |
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| My godmother and her hubby. |
My dad’s oldest brother and his wife were the champions with 41 years of marriage. Our DJ, Mark, asked them for some marital advice. Uncle Page suggested that Mac should always say I’m right.
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| Mac’s cousin and their grandma. |
Our wedding weekend:
Friday, we rehearsed, relaxed over dinner, and hosted an open house. Wedding morning dawned bright and early, we got prettified, then had our first look. We waited for some guests and headed down the aisle. Our ceremony was short and sweet, and we finished our family portraits. We were introduced at our reception, ate dinner, raised a few toasts, shared special dances, and didn’t smash our cake. We rounded up our friends for some group shots then snuck out for some private moments while they danced the night away. We partied til the end, packed up the car, and enjoyed a quiet night in our home. Sunday, we said goodbye over brunch and drove into the sunset to an Outer Banks honeymoon.
