Let's Fall in Love: In My Life

When Mr and I initially started planning the wedding, we talked a lot about the music and dances that we would have at the reception.  We decided early on that the Father/Daughter and Mother/Son dances would be combined.  We wanted to have the special moment with our parents, but we knew that it would still be just as meaningful with both of us on the dance floor at the same time.

PS my dad is super handsome.

And how cute is MIL?

Such a proud mama.

We love our parents.  This dance was another moment I had looked forward to, and it (along with everything else I have documented from our wedding day) exceeded expectations.  It was a moment with my dad that I will remember for the rest of my life.  

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I bought a dress and completely changed it.  We had a marathon final week of engagement.  I giggled my way through our rehearsal.  Kenny got grilled at our rehearsal dinner.  The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield. The girls got gorgeous.  We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts.  The guys got fancy and then got dancy.  I became a Bride.  There was a first First Look. I shared my Somethings.  The boys made the most of trolley-time. And did their thing on the Capital grounds. The girls took photos at the hotel. Everyone arrived at the church. We walked down the aisle. We declared our intentions and my cousin preached. We exchanged our vows. Our hands were blessed. Kenny put a ring on it and kissed his bride. We were pronounced Mr and Mrs! We left the church in a blizzard of confetti, and took a "just-married" trolley ride. We made it legal. We took pictures with our families, followed by wedding party portraits. I hit a low point. We received our guests. The wedding party was introduced. My Dad checked his toast off of his to-do list. Our Best Man and Maid of Honor shared toasts as well. The we cut our cake and had our First Dance.