2010 March 26 | Heir to Blair

Have I told y’all about the time that I shoved cake in Nate’s face & it was totally socially appropriate? & then he licked it off my fingers even though we were in a Southern Baptist reception hall?! Scandalous!

But you know, the licking was okay. Because we were married & even if you’re Baptist, you’re totally allowed to lick your spouse. EVERYWHERE. Just not in reception halls.

July 8, 2006. The day that I manipulated trapped connived insisted was hot damn lucky enough that Nate met me at the end of a very long aisle. As you know, brevity is not my style & it’s a little daunting to write down your wedding day. I mean, it’s your WEDDING DAY. Where you stood before God, family, friends, & your other half & pledged your life to another person. Daunting does not even do it justice.

Especially when faced with someone that RIDICULOUSLY good looking & knowing that he was committing the same in return. & I kept thinking, “HURRY!” on the vows before Nate realized he was too good for me & ran.

Despite this, I was not nervous at all. I was so relaxed throughout the day, & almost drove my parents crazy at 5pm when I still hadn’t left the house for the church (we married at 7 pm). I shrugged & said, “Daddy, what are they going to do? Start without me?”

& despite dancing in the driveway for 30 minutes to scuff my shoes, I still worried I’d eat carpet while trying to ascend the stairs. But then the doors swung open…& I honestly don’t remember much past wanting to RUN to Nate, but Daddy holding my arm back.

Nate said he was thankful everyone stared at me, since he was bit his lip so hard he couldn’t tell if he was crying over me or his lip.

A huge dress. Music. Daddy stepping on my dress as he gave me away. A unity candle. Some prayers & readings from the Book of Ruth. & as our pastor pronounced us husband & wife, I jumped up & down & squealed. & as the entire congregation laughed, Nate pulled me in for the best kiss of my life, finally sealing the deal.

WE WERE MARRIED. Nothing else mattered. It did not matter that there was no champagne toast, or that the groomsmen forgot to decorate the getaway car. It did not matter that we barely ate, that the reception was FAR too short, or that I lost my necklace (somehow). Because we were together. MARRIED.