I have been officially smitten with the Husband for 8 years today. We lived together for 5 years before getting married and it's safe to say I really, really liked him, but was unwilling to go all-the-way-to-SMITTEN without a ring. 23 would have been way too young to be getting married anyway. (at least for me)
I'm such a girly-girl that it's kind of funny how I was about my own wedding.
I didn't want a bridal shower so we had an engagement party with family and friends (guys and girls) with amazing food, wine, cocktails and a keg of Christmas Ale. (cause nothing says matrimony quite like getting everyone together and wasted on Christmas Ale and seeing who gets along then)
I have a weird thing about opening gifts in front of large groups of people so we thanked everyone and opened them quietly at home. That didn't go over well with a few of the older relatives. They came for cake and presents and got a Browns game and beer.
To this day I have never watched my wedding video. (Probably never gonna happen) And have exactly one small photo framed and on my desk (that took me 5 years to put up). All my photos are in a box and I have no interest in an album. What is wrong with me?
My memory of that day is perfect and I don't really need anything else. And I get to see the husband every day, so it's not like I'm going to forget what he looks like.
I do, however, have pictures all over the house (as large as wedding photos) of the honeymoon. We chose to do a week in London and a week In Paris. In London we stayed in a hotel but in Paris we rented a flat 2 blocks from the Opera. It was glorious and I highly recommend living like a local for at least a bit of your trip.
So there it is. Scenes from a honeymoon.
But I totally want to see your wedding pics, so when I come over, pour me a glass of wine and haul that album out!