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Wedding Day

I know it’s not traditional, but Jason went back to my mom’s house with me the night before the wedding. We aren’t much for tradition and the idea of not seeing each other beforehand seemed a bit silly. In the morning, we dropped Jason off at his brother’s hotel and my mom, grandma and I got our hair and makeup done at a salon (which I’ve forgotten the name of.) They put my veil in my hair and my grandma got a huge kick out of me walking down the dc streets in jeans and a big veil. We stopped at a place called Chopt for a salad. Why don’t we have this place in Atlanta? I don’t know if it was because I was starving, or it was my wedding day or what, but it was the best salad.

My bridesmaids, Eva and Emma came to the bridal suite and helped me into my dress. At that point, the photographers had also arrived. They instructed me to hide while Jason came into the room. It was a bit awkward walking up to Jason and having these two photographers taking all of these pictures of us. Our hotel was only like two blocks from the White House so we decided to walk over there and take more pictures. It was pretty hot out, so the bridesmaids came too, carrying bottles of water. We were out there for about half an hour. It was pretty fun and I can’t wait to see how the pictures turn out. At one point, a woman and her little girl came up to us. The woman explained that she told her daughter that I was a princess and she wanted to say hi. So cute.

We got back, took some more pictures and before we knew it, it was nearly 6 and the ceremony was beginning. Our ceremony was non-religious but it had some Jewish traditions. Both Jason’s parents walked him down the aisle and stood under the chuppah with him as did mine. My very good friend Jamie read two poems. The Rilke one that I posted earlier and another one called A Marriage, by Michael Blumenthal. At the conclusion of the ceremony, Jason broke a glass (on purpose, with his foot), which is another Jewish tradition.

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The reception was a lot of fun. We had the band learn our first dance song, Somebody by Depeche Mode, and were happy with how it came out. The rest of the reception is kind of a blur, so I’ll just leave you with some pictures. It was really the best night of my life!

First dance:

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Cake, complete with Murphy cake topper. THey didn’t position him right at first, he wasn’t supposed to be staring at Jason’s butt!

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Father/Daugther Dance

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The Horah

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Flowers

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Sunday morning was rough. I kind of felt like I was hit by a bus. I think it was primarily exhaustion though. I don’t think I even drank that much the night before. Our flight wasn’t until 7pm, so we basically just napped all afternoon. The flight back to Atlanta sucked. We were stuck on the runway for an hour and a half before take-off and then there was a crying baby in the row in front of us. We didn’t get to our house until after 11.

Everyone looked at me like I was crazy when I showed up at work yesterday at 9am. I didn’t have any more vacation days and didn’t want to take an unpaid one. At least that’s what I told myself before the wedding. I lasted three hours before I had to go home. I was just so tired and felt completely awful – no better than Sunday. I think I slept pretty much all afternoon. I had to force myself to wake up at 6 so I’d be able to sleep at night.

I feel so much better today. I honestly thought I was getting sick, but I think it was just pure exhaustion. I finally went and worked out after a week of no exercise. Oh, and Murphy got a very short haircut for the summer. Maybe a little too short. He looks like a totally different dog. He’s two-toned now.

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The wedding: a preview

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No time to blog, must get married

But I wanted to leave you with one of the poems that is being read at our ceremony.

Pathways

Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.

Rainer Maria Rilke

See you when I’m a Mrs.

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