My sisters and I got ready at our parents’ house, then we all (my parents, my sisters, and I) took a limo to the ceremony. We got there about ten minutes early, which meant that I had some time to sit back and relax as I watched all of our guests walk in. It was such a cool feeling to be able to see everyone and know that they had traveled all that way for us.
Meanwhile, Mr. MC was inside the building making sure everything was ready to go and doing some people-watching of his own. Luckily for me, our photographer got a few pre-ceremony shots of him as well as some candids of our guests so I could see exactly what I was missing.
When the doors to our ceremony room were opened, our string trio began playing and our guests were greeted by the sight of an aisle runner covered in petals, a white draped chuppah, and programs on every seat. … read more
Mr. Sugar Cube here to tell you a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down (AKA my side of the proposal story).
It’s amazing what the heart can convince the mind to do. I had spent so much time convincing myself that I would never date another cyclist like myself. There just is no way I could train and do what I need to do if she also rode bikes. Turns out there was a variable that I did not take into consideration. A girl who had no problem keeping up even on some of the hardest days. Not only that, but when she is drop dead gorgeous it’s nearly impossible to turn away from a girl like that.
Miss Sugar Cube is the girl of my dreams, not just off the bike but in everyday life. I knew that she was the one from very early on; it was just a matter of time until that magic moment would happen when I would ask her to be my wife.
Once the rehearsal was over, everyone jumped in the car to head to dinner. While Mr. MC and I had a lot of wedding guests come in from out of town, our wedding was late enough in the day on Saturday that guests felt comfortable coming in late Friday night or early Saturday afternoon, which meant that we could keep our rehearsal dinner small and not worry about excluding anyone. It was a random group: both of our immediate families, one of my aunts, two of Mr. MC’s cousins, and one of our officiants. But everyone got along perfectly, which was wonderful.
Mr. MC’s parents got our opinions on a few things, but they really planned the entire rehearsal dinner themselves, and it was clear how much thought they put into it. We met at a bar trivia night that took place in a bar with a restaurant attached, so Mr. MC’s parents decided to have the rehearsal dinner in that restaurant. (Is that not the most thoughtful thing ever?)
They also chose a buffet dinner to switch it up a little from our reception (plated dinner) and to allow everyone to mingle throughout the night. I loved being able to move from seat to seat and see everyone else doing the same, especially when Mr. MC’s siblings ended up sitting near my parents to chat with them and vice versa.
My shoe sizes are also different sizes. About two whole sizes different! The discrepancy is a result of the limb-lengthening surgery complications. I was born with a bow tibia (basically my tibia had a curve in the bone), and at two years old doctors cut the curved bone out. Because that made my right leg two-and-a-half inches shorter than my left, I underwent a limb-lengthening surgery at 11 years old. What was supposed to be three months on crutches turned into three years and, when I got off them at 14, my right leg was still an inch shorter than my left.
Oddly enough my ankle kind of looks the same. / Personal photo + engagement photo by the talented Studio 19 Photography
To make a long story short, now that my ankle is basically fused I cannot wear heels higher than three inches. Mr. Sugar Cube doesn’t mind this, though, because it conveniently makes him taller than me no matter what shoes I choose to wear. For over the past decade (funny how a word can make you feel old…), I was wearing the same sized shoes—a half-size too small for my left foot and a boat for my right.
Hi, hive! Long time no see. We’re about a week past our one year anniversary, and I’ve been feeling some serious guilt about not finishing what I started here, so I’m back to do my recaps! It’s been awhile since my last real post, so you can start here and work your way back to this post if you’re wondering who I am. Or you can just enjoy looking at a stranger’s wedding photos, which is probably what I would do. I’m a skip-to-the-end-of-the-book kind of girl. (And I’m not a fan of cliffhangers, so don’t worry—everything is already written and ready to go!)
Mr. MC and I spent 11 months planning our wedding day, but only spent a fraction of that time thinking about our rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. I didn’t really want to stress over something that was supposed to be practice, you know? There were only three things on our wish list for that day:
Keep it simple and casual—the less stress, the better!
Spend quality time with our family and with each other.