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So you’ve seen our First Dance (and the disaster that preceded it) followed by our lovey-dovey sunset photo shoot…which leads us to the end of the night when everyone really took to the dance floor to get.down.

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After we finished our first dance as husband and wife, it was time to welcome everyone to the dance floor and drop it like it’s hot. Yeah, I just said that.

Mouth open - unfortunately this is a pretty classic move of mine. Yes, it’s very bridal.

As much as I’m sure you’d love for me to walk you through each song that was played and the subsequent dance moves that followed…I’m thinking I’ll just share a few photos of the dance floor heating up.
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So you know how you look through recaps and think—wow, their wedding was clearly perfect. Yeah…I’m about to blow that thought right out of the water.

And to be fully honest, I’ve been dreading this part. It’s the one moment during our wedding that made me sad…and humiliated…and a lot of other emotions that I’m not sure I have the words for.

Okay, like a Band-Aid.

So after we enjoyed our delicious mini-pies, it was time for our first dance. As I’m sure all of you know, this is the point when typically the DJ introduces the couple under their new married name and invites everyone to watch as they have their moment on the dance floor. This is the time when everyone stops what they are doing, turns toward us and listens as the DJ begins to speak.

To make sure everyone is up-to-speed, my name is Melanie (as seen on our pie flags…I’m not worried about you all knowing my name). Please keep in mind my name when reading the next part.
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After the incredible toasts and the delicious dinner (that unlike many couples, we actually ATE), it was on to the tradition of “cutting the cake” - only we didn’t have cake. Nope…no cake. Need a refresher on why? Click here.

Enter the land of mini-pies.

Spoiler - our “cutting” pie is in view at the top there.

Hello mini-pies, I love you.
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So following our gorgeous ceremony, I ducked away for a quick change. Thanks to my uber talented Mom and my very generous Aunt, I was able to subtly change up my look for the reception. I’m a very lucky girl.

Enter slightly-more-glammed-up-Mrs. Frog:

Behold…hair up and new sash…faaaaancy

At this point, I didn’t know anyone was around other than Mr. Frog. We hadn’t planned a formal entrance to the reception, we just hoped to kinda slip in quietly and make the rounds. Typing that now, I realize how ridiculous that sounds…oh yeah, we’ll just slip in, nobody will EVER notice. Bride brain at its finest, folks.
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Our wedding day view

Okay, I confess, I’m into details. I’m a perfectionist, I’m detail-oriented and I pay attention to all those little things that most people overlook. I’m that guy girl. So that’s right, you’re getting not one but TWO details posts (does that remind you of an infomercial? Me too—if you send me $19.95, I’ll throw in a BONUS day-after shoot recap…ooo aah).

Prepare for reception detailed goodness:
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So after we danced our way back down the aisle, we gathered our families and the wedding party for some quick formals.

Typically I’m not a big fan of posed shots but, looking back, I’m really glad we have them. Usually formals aren’t too exciting, but there were some moments that I just had to highlight.

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As I floated up toward my future husband, everything around me disappeared. It really is like people say—all that exists is the two of you.

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After our intimate moment together, it was time to head back up to the Manor and prepare for our walk down the aisle.

Our guests got seated and patiently waited for us to make our appearance.

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You know, it’s amazing how much goes into the details of the day. The amount of phone calls and emails and research—the saved photos of inspiration ideas, the notes spread throughout the house…and yet, it never quite prepares you for what you see on that day. The way it all comes together—you know in your head what you want to see but it really never seems as though it will ever come to be.

And then, the day arrives.

And the details all fall into place…the world around you becomes fuzzy and that day is all that exists.
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After taking in the moment and enjoying our first look, my husband-to-be took my hand and led me to a beautiful, secluded area to share our love letters that we had written to each other.

Watch your step…

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Now that my dress was on and my sash (thanks mom!) was secure, it was time to see my groom.

Hello Handsome!

Luckily our photographers were seasoned veterans and walked us through this whole sneaky surprise. Frogger waited patiently while I mastered the art of being quiet…let me tell you, not a natural trait for me. Ahem.
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We interrupt these recaps for a breaking news brief…

Anyone recognize this magazine? Yep…that’s the October 2011 issue of Brides magazine!

Let’s press the rewind button for a moment, shall we?

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So as much as I enjoyed wearing my comfy LOVE T-shirt and yoga pants…it was definitely time to step into that gorgeous white dress that had been waiting for me for weeks. Yes…WEEKS. Side story—because I got my dress in NYC, I had to fly there for my fittings three weeks before the wedding and then cross my fingers, hope and pray, and wish upon a shooting star that I didn’t gain or lose an ounce for those three weeks. No sweat, right? Not like I have any pressure or nerves during that time…easy peasy.

What do you mean I look nervous?

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So, in case you didn’t read my last post, I left off as I was about to discuss my gift for my husband-to-be.

Being incredibly modest, this gift was a pretty big leap for me. And it’s thanks to Weddingbee that I even knew what a boudoir session was!

Ha - right…

My first step was finding out if my photographer would be able to do this for me. There was no mention of it in her service list…luckily, she was willing to give it a shot. On one hand, being the guinea pig was exciting because we were able to make up the rules as we went along. On the other hand, it was a bit intimidating since there was no example to follow and well, I’d be in my skivvies.

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