Our reception was full of air guitar playing, boogieing down on the dance floor, and families catching up after long periods away from each other. The room was filled with laughter and I loved every second of it. Creed and I left the reception with our hearts full from all the sweet gifts and words sent our way.
I liked that our wedding turned out to be one big party. After we got back from our honeymoon, I was constantly praised for how the wedding turned out (even though all the praises should have really been aimed toward my mom because she was a SUPERSTAR behind the scenes).
My brother is not known for being sentimental but there it was, a sweet message laced with affection sitting on my phone screen waiting to be read the night before I got married. He has been known to harass more than love. He is also not one to dance so here is a picture capturing a very rare moment that I doubt the Earth will ever see again: Connor shuffling his toes to music.
The night was coming to an end and I didn't want to stop. My feet felt like they were about to burst from all the pain but I could not keep myself from dancing. No one could. But in the blink of an eye, the lights outside slowly started to fade and it was time for the sparkler exit to begin.
One last post and then I am dunzo. Thanks for letting your eyes wander over this direction to read all of these wedding posts. I appreciate all the encouragement tremendously!
