Hello everybody and thank you again for coming. So I have been Meagan's protective older sister for twenty-five years now ... because twenty-five years is about how long Meagan has wanted to get married. Literally since when she was three.
I had to beat up a couple of guys in high school, scare the crap out of them and what not, and it all went pretty well. And then I went off to school and Meagan went off to school, and when she graduated from Mizzou, I was living down in Texas. The long-distance thing was not cutting it in terms of my protectiveness. So I hired an assistant, and his name is Tucker Bear. If you haven't had the joy of meeting Tucker, he's an eight-pound yorkie mix who thinks he's a hundred and eight.
He loooooves his human and he is very protective of his territory. So all was well after that. Whenever I would hear about a guy in Meagan's life, there was just one question before I went to the Mr Right checklist: what does Tucker think? Well, Tucker really doesn't like him. Whew, in the clear for now, because I knew Tucker would do his best to protect her, and to get rid of that dude. This worked really well for a couple of years, and then I started hearing about this guy, Kenny. I couldn't even get a word in edgewise to ask my one question, as I cross off every other thing on the list first. He's a really sweet guy, he makes her laugh, he's got his MBA, he's really smart, he's got this awesome job (which no one could tell me exactly what it was that he did, but everyone was really excited about it). So I am checking all of this stuff off and finally after about the fourth phone call I was able to get a word in and ask my question: "What does Tucker think?" Oh! Well Kenny is Tucker's new best friend. Uh oh. I made up a training class for work in St Louis, hopped a plane, had dinner with the whole family, and verified Tucker's initial assessment, and we were all good. Sure enough, just a couple months later, Kenny was proposing.
Here we are tonight enjoying what I really hope is the first of thousands of wonderful nights in an awesome marriage. Please raise your glass ... to love, to laughter, and to happily ever after.
Next up was the Best Man ...
So for those of you who don't know me, my name is Sean and I'm Kenny's best man. I've known Kenny for seventeen years now, and as we've grown up together, Kenny has always been such an incredible person for me to confide in. He possesses such a balance of intellect and a true compassion for people.
This is why I am personally so grateful that he has found someone as a life partner who has as big of a heart as he does. It has been an honor and really awesome to watch Kenny and Meagan as they've grown from this tiny, 600 square foot apartment into this beautiful home. I think through these trials and tribulations, their true love for each other (and for Tucker Bear) is what really shines through, both today and any other day you'll see them together.
Please join me in wishing these two beautiful people a beautiful life together. Congratulations!
And then from across the ballroom, the sounds of silverware tinking against champagne glasses rose above the noises of dinner being served.
With the toasts complete and dinner being served, it was time to settle down for a few moments and enjoy each other's company. I was still so wound up with nerves that I could barely eat. I was still irritated about the flowers and from our vantage point at the sweetheart table I agonized over my decor vision's lack of fruition. But after choking down three mushroom ravioli and a glass of champagne, I was able to move past it enough to enjoy our party. Because indeed, the party was just about to begin...
In case you missed it ...
I bought a dress and completely changed it. We had a marathon final week of engagement. I giggled my way through our rehearsal. Mr LikesIt 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. Mr LikesIt 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.