So last month when we were getting all ready to move in to our new place, unmarried, I was on the phone with the new landlady. I think she caught on to my over-usage of "we" when it came to discussing the moving in details and reconfirmed with me, "so, he's moving in first and then when you get married, you're moving in later, right?" I guess she caught me off guard because I quickly replied, "right!" This is when it turned into a bad sitcom episode. So, to make things legit, we decided to get married. Two days later on September 25, we got married at the courthouse. It was short and sweet and we were excited. We decided not to tell anyone because some people might feel bad that they weren't invited. Besides, for us, it was just a technicality. The real wedding would be the one with all the friends and family present. With food, and music and people who went through a lot of trouble to get here to be present. But we ran into another problem when three days before the wedding, we met with the bishop. We explained that we'd already gotten married and after some deliberation, he told us he couldn't officiate over our ceremony. He didn't feel right about it. We respected his decision and started discussing our options. We thought about hiring an actor or asking my brother, dad or cousin to conduct the ceremony. Then, when we found out my cousin's almost four-year-old has cancer, my mom just wanted to cancel the whole thing. I thought that was a little too much, besides, I don't have a guest list (because I'm an awesome planner), so I wouldn't remember who to call to let them know. Besides, I didn't want to.
So after my dad walked me down the aisle, Chouaib welcomed everyone and thanked them for coming. We first exchanged our own words with each other, then rings. It was really short and sweet as well. The reception after was long and sweet. :) Near the end, the music turned Moroccan and there was spontaneous dancing, which I loved. If you came, thank you.
Also, if you like baked ziti, come on over tonight. My fridge is overflowing with it. We've also got black forest cake.
4 comments:
You sure do things the complicated way. Congratulations!
And one picture? ONE? Get more on here. You look beautiful.
Why does your landlady care if you guys are married or not? It's not like it's BYU married housing or something. How bizarre.
I hope you don't mind that I explained all this to the bunch of friends that were sitting around us. They all got REALLY confused when the ceremony part was over and there was no bishop, minister or priest of any kind to make it official. It was kind of funny actually.
You looked really beautiful though.
Geeeeez, sweetie. More drama than even my wedding day. Impressive. :-)
Congratulations!
You look gorgeous. Radiant. And you got married twice. To the same guy, even! Lucky! Congrats times two.
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