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.
When I called them back, they said they needed to measure the cake toppers, because they may not fit on the cake. Oh no. The LAST thing you want to hear the day before your wedding is about how the cake might not work out.
They asked if we could meet them that morning to have our consultation. I was excited to finally see the bakery, but nervous to hear about the changes we would have to make. There wasn’t much time.
Fun fact: Mr. Sugar Cube and I don’t know where we are honeymooning. This is not because we don’t know where we would like to go or because we haven’t planned it, but rather because it’s a surprise from my parents to us!
Yes, I know what you’re thinking—you’re out of your mind, what if they send you to Antarctica?! First, my mom and dad would send us to Alaska before Antarctica. In November it could even be just as cold. Second, they wouldn’t really.