So this is 2017.
James and I have survived our official wedding, which was scarce in attendance yet filled with the few we hold dear. Both of my best friends and families were able to attend, which was a great relief and joy to me personally. My father cried (predictably) the moment he saw me in all my bridal glory and my new son could not have been more perfect as he wandered the wrong way on the way down the aisle.
We shared our vows in solemn reverence to each other- his carefully written out on a note card and mine, quickly transcribed by my bestie's husband from my notes in my phone onto a piece of paper found nearby shortly before walking the aisle.
All the nerves I had felt leading up to the wedding melted away the moment the first note from "Marry Me" by Train whispered into the hall, sweetly beginning our wedding. James and his fellas looked beyond handsome as they waited and I no longer cared that less than half the seats were filled. It was small, just as James and I had originally wanted, and if we could do it all over again, we probably would have made it even smaller.
We rushed outside after the ceremony, into the biting mini rain drops for a photo op with the Bridal Party.
