I just about tore the house apart searching for these. You don't come between a girl and her wedding photos, even if they are only a stack of pictures tied with a ribbon. That's a good way to get yourself hurt. I finally found them and sank down at the table in relief. Then I applied myself to careful study of these photos for about the 800th time in the past decade. I quickly found myself laughing hysterically at the ridiculous way I chose to wear my hair (done by my own self) on this day, and the fact that I was sporting red lipstick. I think I stopped wearing red lipstick in the year 2000 and I will never look back. We should have eloped to Maui where I could have worn a simple dress, walked in bare feet, managed minimal family and guests, and taken a honeymoon. We weren't thinking. (We were 19 and 20.)
I'm just so thrilled that I had at least enough sense to forgo the butt-bow (You know what I'm talking about right?) that so many brides were wearing on the rear of their gowns in the 90's. (Oh help me... I was a 90's bride!)
So my point. Look very closely at this photo. It's my all time favorite photo of our wedding. It encapsulates our marriage perfectly. If you know us in real life, you know exactly what I'm talking about, and if you have read my blog for a few months, you've got a pretty good idea.
There's me, laughing and socializing with friends on the way down the aisle and being generally sidetracked into party mode on the way to the reception. And then you see my Adrain. Strong and steady, leading me, looking straight ahead to the future and protectively covering my hand on his arm. He was probably thinking, "Come on Sasha... sweetheart, let's just focus for a minute here, and make it out of the church in one piece."
He had no idea what he was in for...