On June 4th, D and I finally tied the knot. It was the best day of my life, but I am so glad it is over. I was so stressed out until I was finally walking down the aisle.
D was so nervous that he said "awfully wedded wife" instead of lawfully. He was so flustered after that he took awhile to regain his composure. I was glad he did it though, I was seconds away from bursting into tears. If he hadn't made me laugh at that moment, I would have lost it.
The wedding was perfect. We kept if fairly cheap, because we are both pretty low key people and I am the cheapest human being alive. We hired caterers from a local Hutterite colony, so we had roast pig for supper. It was the best pork I have ever had in my entire life, and I am not a huge pork fan at all.
This is my sisters and I before the ceremony.
D is Native, so I wore custom made moccasins to honour his culture. He was going to wear a scarf made of my family's tartan, but he forgot it at home.
Everyone wanted to see my moccasins, so I spent quite a bit of time doing this.
