You can’t have weddings without kissing. Well, I suppose you can, but then you’d be missing out on quite a bit of fun (and glass clinking).
The inevitable glass clinking that was our guests’ demand for a newly wedded kiss was both something I was looking forward to and dreading. Looking forward to because I did love kissing my new husband, but dreading because the clinks seem to chime at the most inopportune moment”¦ like when my mouth is stuffed full with pot roast.
Thanks to our DJ’s experience, we came up with a compromise that would satisfy our guests’ demands for lip-locking action without getting completely out of control. I mentioned it before, but I’ll explain again since this post involves a lot of kissing.
DJ Randee laid down the ground rules in the beginning: whenever a glass clinked, a couple from the suspected table would first have to demonstrate a kiss and then the newlyweds would follow suit. This is not an entirely new trend at weddings, but it sure makes it interesting.
Of course, the first clink came minutes after Mr. Bunting and I took our seats at the head table. And sure enough, DJ Randee was on the culprits in seconds while gleefully telling them they needed to show us how it was done.
My cousin and his fiance took to the dance floor and demonstrated a twirling-dip-and-kiss effortlessly.
Mr. Bunting and I were a bit more bashful. Neither one of us is very coordinated when it comes to dancing moves, and as eager as we were to prove ourselves, the laughter made it even more difficult.
We tried again, this time successfully, with my amused cousin and his lovely lady in blue twirling, spinning, and dipping right along with us.
Whew! Now that we got that out of the way, it was time for some food! They let me lead the way, of course.
Our buffet menu was compromised of juicy pot roast, chicken in a creamy red bell pepper and mushroom sauce, herb roast vegetables, garlic mashed potatoes, and the plated salad that was brought out earlier.
The food was all spectacularly delicious, but I needn’t have stressed about not being able to have time to eat anything because my excitement made me way too tense to even have an appetite. I only picked at my food a little, which made me feel sheepish and guilty for not being able to enjoy it more completely, but I was just too distracted and happy to feel hungry.
So when the glass clinking started again, I was ready!
One pair did a suave kisses-up-the-arm move that ended in a sweet final kiss.
I particularly enjoyed that one. It made me feel like a courted lady.
Then our bridesmaid jumped into her own freshly wedded husband’s arms.
That was a fun one to mimic too!
When we found a quiet moment, we ducked out to the front foyer for some official business”¦
”¦signing of the marriage certificate!
I couldn’t help but make a wisecrack about the passing of the ceremonial pen to Mr. Bunting.
Mr. Bunting made his mark.
As did Best Man Bunting and MOH Bunting.
And just like that, we were official!
*Marked photos are copyright Bryan and Mae Photography. Unmarked photos are personal or guest photos.
Follow the adventure:
- We had a fluffing party and rehearsed.
- I woke up and got ready with my girls.
- I step into the prettiest white dress I’ll ever wear.
- Mr. Bunting recounts getting ready at the Man Cave.
- Wishin’ and prayin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ for perfect weather.
- I received the most important Post-it note. Ever.
- We race toward one another for our first look.
- Mushy-lovey photos ensued shortly after.
- We strutted our stuff as one big happy Bunting Bunch.
- Our guests started to arrive: welcome to our wedding.
- I went into hiding”¦and panicked.
- Our wedding party assembled on time, but the bride was missing.
- I arrive fashionably late in a horse-drawn carriage.
- We listen to a reading and turn to wave at our guests.
- We exchange our vows, which inspire both tears and laughter.
- Mr. Bunting slips on my wedding band, and I his.
- Collected sand and earth offer a twist for our Foundation Ceremony.
- Mr. Bunting just can’t wait any longer to kiss his bride!
- Our horse-drawn carriage takes us for a private stroll.
- Cookies were had by all, and they were as delicious as they were beautiful.
- Spontaneity hits and we throw all our poms into the air. Oh, and at each other.
- Our reception hall is filled to the brim with details, details, and more details!
- Our party marches in to the tune of Star Wars.
- Yeah, toast(s)!