In order to accurately celebrate our two year anniversary, I shall bequeath upon you some completely awkward pictures of my husband marrying my sister.
For those of you not in the know, like moi about two years ago, it is considered bad luck for the bride to participate in her own rehearsal. I don’t know why. I don’t make up these kinds of rules. Because, in my head, it is REALLY DAMN AWKWARD FOR MY HUSBAND TO MARRY MY SISTER.
Here I am, watching my sister marry my husband. Ddidn’t she look damn cute? And why did I think plaid was a good choice for my ass? (On a sidenote, I would give both kidneys and an ovary to have that ass back.)
And while they’re working so hard, Kevin and I are goofing off. It’s why I insisted he be in the wedding party, after all. I needed someone to goof off with.
Alright, so, my bridal party was an awesome group of ladies. They totally goofed off, too. God love our minister for putting up with us. Of course, God does love our minister.
It really was gorgeous. And we knew the weather was going to hold till the next day.
But we didn’t mind asking for a little help.
Tomorrow, in our typical fashion, Bryan and I plan to cavort around the city and take pictures of how we spend the day. We’ve talked about having a picnic lunch in the park, on the bench where he proposed; about me getting some writing done for MY NEXT BIG BLOG ADVENTURE; and us heading to the YMCA for some family exercise time. I know those sound like riveting pictures. But it’s just how we roll.
Two years ago. It seems like ten, and yet still seems like yesterday.