I really don’t. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks, and as you can see from my baby’s beautiful post last week, we had added excitement for the wedding. We didn’t want it, but we got it anyhow.
I was almost afraid that I would never blog again. I got in the habit of not blogging, but because I hate the thought of everyone moving on, and I know a few of you are wanting to see something about the wedding, I’ll try to keep you interested until I can find the time for a real post. To tell you the truth, we have enough material for a few weeks worth of blog fodder, but I don’t know how many of you could withstand that much awesomeness.
So I’ll start by saying that we got married. In a barn. No shit.
Sawmill Road was there, accompanied by a great local DJ service called DJ Jazzy Bee.
My mom was the belle of the ball.
She was even a good sport about the cradling. I guess she is getting used to it.
We had the amazingly talented Ruby Rideout as our wedding photographer.
There were hot lesbians.
There was one fine ass looking bridal party on a tractor.
I think I found them.
There was smiling.
There was a lot of pink. Get it?
There was me in a suit and some flowers.
There was the most beautiful girl in my world.
There were some “gone, but not forgotten” dads.
There was some amazing take-aways from some dear friends.
Pretty cool setup inside the big doors.
We had a different take on wedding cake, thanks to a local cupcake genius.
We had an angry flower girl, but we aren’t going to focus on that photo. Let’s have a look when she was happy.
There was my favourite pic of the wedding.
Oh, and there was some kissing.
Actually there was a lot of kissing.
I know, I know. If you don’t like kissing, shut this page down now, because that’s all that’s left.
Oh, you’re still here? Well, you might as well see this one too.
There you have it folks. I had an amazing wedding, despite the loss of a little girl’s ear, the bar running dry at 9:30 (Thanks Aaron and Chin, you were the saviours of the night), and a still unsolved bathroom line accosting by a white shirted man. There was really nothing that could have tamped down my joy and happiness on that night. The lady that I’ve loved since we re-met said “I do”, and two hundred of our friends and family got to watch it. I wish we could have seated a thousand, because there were so many others that I wish could have fit, but you can’t always get what you want.
As it was, I was too busy to talk to everyone that came, and I still feel bad that we had friends that travelled so far to be there, and I didn’t even get to talk to them. I hope that everyone understands, but if you are still craving some Birdman, give me a call. I’ll bring over a bottle of rum and give you a private showing.
Whoa! the birds all sing as if they knew. Today’s the day, we’ll say, “I do”,