Any girlish dreams I had about weddings died that day.
So imagine my surprise as I sit here, scanning these pictures over and over again only to realize that our wedding was the best night of my life. Really and truly. And I never ever expected that. Not even when we booked my favorite restaurant for the reception. Not even when people from all over America told us they'd be there, including what seemed like half of every ward Cameron and I have ever lived in (o, how we love you all!). Not even when my mom said I could end the agony of dress shopping and just have the H-ing thing made. And somehow not even when Cameron asked, mere hours after a shockingly unexpected proposal of marriage, if I thought we could book live band karaoke for the reception.
Not even then.
(My favorites are the ones where everyone looks really stupid. I want to wallpaper my apartment walls with them.)
When it was over, we could hear "o-lay-o-lay-o-lay-o-lay" drifting into the cool distance as Cameron and I drove away from a teeming crowd of maniacs who happened to be our best friends, and I have absolutely never in my whole life been happier than in that moment.