The past week or so has been a whirlwind. We got married, we packed up my house, we drove across the state and now we’re here, in our home in Smithtown. It feels like we haven’t stopped moving the whole time but it’s all been wonderful, even the crazy parts.
We got engaged at Thanksgiving 2011, so this wedding was almost two years in the planning. And — if I do say so myself — it showed. Everything turned out exactly as we wanted it to, as we’d imagined it would, as we’d hoped, all that time. I have to admit, though, that just having everyone in our wedding party there with us made us happy; we knew that no matter what else happened we’d be celebrating that day with the people who mean the most to us, and nothing else mattered. I hope they all had as much fun as we did.
For me, it was all a bit of the blur they say it’s going to be; Dave says it wasn’t like that for him, but I kept having to remind myself this was really it, that we weren’t just planning anymore. The first part of the day was a little surreal. I got to spend some downtime in my bridal ready room with Paula, until it was time to get dressed and go down… and that’s when it hit me that I was getting married right then. It was happening, and soon. In the meantime, we took pictures, we laughed, I cried for not the last time that day, and then we went over to wait for the ceremony to begin. I may be biased, but I think it was fun and beautiful and amazing. I cried a bit more, which everyone tells me is normal, but my nose was running too, which is icky — they never talk about corollary issues in the movies, you know?
After a cocktail hour that I think was pretty hopping — tons of food, drink and socializing — we were introduced for our reception, our first dance, and cutting the cake. Despite an earlier Magic 8-Ball prediction, no one fell the whole night, whoo hoo! There was yummy turkey dinner, not that I could eat more than a few bites (Scarlett O’Hara wasn’t kidding; you can’t eat much in those corsets), and then lots and lots and lots of dancing. I had all the fun I could, no matter how tired I got, or how much my leg hurt after awhile. You only get married once, and I wanted to enjoy every minute, so I did.
So did a lot of the rest of you, apparently, I might add. Greg, you clearly have a career as a professional wedding dancer waiting for you, any time. My new mother-in-law, Estelle, was out there with you, tearing up the dance floor, as was Stephen, Fiona, and just about everyone else there. Paula did a mean MC Hammer that was legen — wait for it — dary. The show-stopper award has to go to Jake Oztan, though, for his impromptu Gangnam Style:
We put on a great wedding, but not without some help. The Millennium Hotel has exceptional event staff, Michael and Ron especially, and our photographer, Glena Photography, gets our highest recommendation. We have only the most wonderful memories, now, because of them both — for providing such an amazing venue and for documenting our day, all so perfectly. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
At the end of the night, the remaining stragglers sang along to “I Got You Babe” with us and thus ended the most well-planned, happiest day of my life… so far. When you’re married to a guy like Dave, someone this terrific, after all, there are bound to be lots more wonderful days to come.