I didn't realize how much my absence would be noticed. I'm fine, y'all.
*September 9, 2000*
Seven years ago, I did the smartest thing I have ever done.
I married Geoff.

We don't look at our wedding pictures very often. It's neat to see ourselves way back when, happy and thin. I have posted about my bouquet before, and here's a close up of it:

Oh, man. Look at all that color.

Here's a good cleavage shot. I was walking up the steps from the basement of the church, and the photographer was waiting at the top, so I lifted up the hem of my dress and gave a big grin.
I was working for a podiatrist at the time, and since my feet are a constant source of pain, I didn't want to wear dress shoes on my wedding day. So I made some "Bridal Sneakers":


Silver ribbon for the laces, sequins and beads hot-glue-gunned on. Oh, and ruffled socks to complete the ensemble. I danced and danced all night. Geoff and I were some of the last people to leave the reception. And my feet were just fine.

I didn't have a flower girl. But I had the cutest Ring Bearer, my godson Jake.
(Just to the right of Jake is Rachel, my sort-of-sister-in-law)
This is my absolute favorite picture of that day.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. Until the end, when the priest called Geoff by the wrong name. He said "Jim". I was told later by my father-in-law, Swami (aka Jim), that the marriage wasn't legal because Father John said the wrong name.
Look at everyone cracking up. We are not a solemn group of people, as you may have noticed.

Sigh. Dad and me, dancing to "My Daughter's a Bride". Dad was not the dancing type. This was only the second time I danced with him. The first time was at a wedding, when I was 6 and I stood on his shoes.

How's this for a wedding cake?
It was raspberry swirl cheesecake, covered in fondant. It was delicious.
The day was perfect...75 degrees, no humidity, clear sunny skies. And I married the best guy on the planet. We had six months of just us, and then, Isabelle was conceived on Valentine's Day, 2001.
It was raspberry swirl cheesecake, covered in fondant. It was delicious.
The day was perfect...75 degrees, no humidity, clear sunny skies. And I married the best guy on the planet. We had six months of just us, and then, Isabelle was conceived on Valentine's Day, 2001.