Oy vey. It only took me (almost) 3 months to get this done. What is it about being married that automatically makes you busier than normal? I'm still trying to figure it out.
Well, it happened. I got married. We had a two-day wedding affair. Not many can say that! On December 18, 2014, we were sealed in the San Antonio, Texas Temple for time and all eternity. It was a really small affair. We didn't even take too many group photos that day. We wanted to save those for the following day. I did, however, get a few good ones.
The (not-so) grand exit.
This is one of my favorites!
Love my sisters!
The reflection makes this photo.
That reflection again!!
After the temple we went down town and checked into our hotel for the weekend. Then we headed back into town for our rehearsal followed by the rehearsal dinner. Yep. Rehearsal dinner after the wedding. That's how we roll.
Day Two. The big day.
The great thing about having two weddings is that by day two (when all of the photos will be taken), you're emotionally prepared and can keep the crying in photos to a minimum.
We got up and headed out the venue bright and early (after breakfast, of course). The next few hours were setting up, stressing, calling the photographer, calling my mom, stressing, setting up, walking around in circles, stressing, then finally getting hair and make up done. Did I mention I was stressed?!
I had about 30 minutes of straight up Bridezilla. I would like to take this moment to apologize to anyone who had to come in contact with me during those fateful minutes.
We started the evening with a formal wedding ceremony. We wanted to make sure that we were able to share our special day(s) with all of our friends and family (especially those who could not come to the temple). The highlight of the ceremony for me was the special moment I got to share with my daddy.
I was so worried about tearing up as my dad walked me down the aisle. So, just before the music started I turned to my dad and said, "No need to cry because this isn't real!" (I was trying to make light of the emotional situation). My dad quietly responded with, "It feels real to me."
Welp. I guess I should have just kept my mouth shut. Because that was the end of dry eyes for me. Of course, that was just in time for the music to start and us to head down the aisle. Even with the tears, it was such a special moment. And I feel special that I was the only girl that got to experience that with my dad.
The rest of the night was such a blast! We ate, partied, danced, and partied some more.
We walked back up the aisle with bubbles and a little "Love On Top" by Beyonce.
When my dad gets emotional...
...I get emotional.
My beautiful mother-in-law (any my husband, of course).
Not sure why I couldn't just smile...
We ended up leaving fairly early. It was SUCH a long day (well, two days). I wouldn't trade any of it. it was absolutely perfect.
The last (almost) 3 months have been...easy, I guess. It's been surprisingly normal. I keep waiting for the "adjustment period" (you know, the one where he drives you nuts because he squeezes from the middle of the toothpaste?) to hit me, but it just seems normal. Don't get me wrong. He definitely doesn't do things the right my way, but it hasn't been an "adjustment" per se.
And that brings us to now. I'm a married woman. I'm still in between "Miss Collins" and "Mrs. Guerra" at work. I sign my name "Amy ColGuerra". That's definitely been an adjustment.
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