Wedding Blog

Even though the alone time together before dinner was a wonderful pause to the day, Mr. Cookie and I were starving! I guess hiking up the mountain for wedding portraits burned more calories than we anticipated, and chowing down on appetizers wasn’t enough. So, we cut our “us” time short in order to appease our rumbling stomachs. A quick nod to the DJ and”Givin’ It Up for Your Love,” by Delbert McClinton playing in the background, and we made our grand dinner entrance.

As Mr. Cookie and I approached the head table, the applause of our guests quickly transformed into the clinking of glasses — a kissing toast. Mr. Cookie and I kissed to appease our guests’ wishes. Now I don’t mind kissing Mr. Cookie. In fact I really like kissing Mr. Cookie; however, this was not the only time we heard the clinking of glasses. My brothers thought it would be really, really funny to raze their only sister and new brother-in-law by keeping the kissing toasts going every ten to fifteen minutes throughout the ENTIRE DINNER. I can’t wait till they get married and then vengeance for the kissing toasts will be mine. Insert maniacal laugh.

A quick toast by Mr. Cookie and myself to thank all our guests for attending the festivities and dinner was served.

For as much as I was hungry, I could barely eat . It wasn’t the food — the food was delicious — I was just too excited chatting away with my bridesmaids that I forgot about the rumbling in my stomach. Over our four course meal, I only ate a couple of bits from each.

Mr. Cookie and I spent most of dinner roaming around and talking to each of our guests. Luckily, the wait staff covered up our dinners so they wouldn’t get cold, and we could enjoy the food at our leisure.

Just as Mr. Cookie and I were finishing up our dinners, the impromptu speeches by our fathers began. We had only asked Mr. Cookie’s Best Man and my MOH to do toasts, but our dads wanted to wish us well too and how could we refuse.

First up was my dad. Although my dad isn’t much of a public speaker, he is quite the storyteller. My dad spent most of his speech telling embarrassing and not so embarrassing stories from my childhood, but in the end he wished us a happy life together.

Mr. Cookie’s father, like my dad, got up a told embarrassing stories from Mr. Cookie’s childhood. He too in the end wished us all the happiness in the world together.

Next up was the Best Man. Now, Mr. Cookie and his BM where frat brothers in college. The tales I have been told about their shenanigans in college are epic, and most I have been sworn never to repeat in public. Mr. Cookie’s BM with, I kid you not a little black book in hand, decided to recant some of the more hilarious misadventure as college roommates. His toast was in part a stroll down memory lane, a roast of Mr. Cookie, and well wishes for a wonderful marriage.

The final speech was given by my MOH. We’ve been friends since we were 5 years old, and I was her MOH at her wedding four years ago. Even though we live miles apart now, we are as close of friends now as we when we were kids. Her speech was very touching, as evident by my tears. In addition, she gave us some advice about being married — love is a choice and being married means waking up everyday and choosing to love your partner.

For our next wedding recap, I’m giving you guys a choice. Do you want to see details or caking getting smashed all over my face?

Photography by IN Photography