Many of our clients have been curious about my wedding day. Naturally, I thought it was a day to remember. So, because of the interest, I have decided to write a blog post about the wedding festivities. Some people couldn’t care less about this. But, others want to know all the details. So, if that’s you, read on!
My wife is originally from Nashville, TN. She moved to Utah just to go to college. But when she graduated, she got a job she liked and decided to stay. When we decided to get married, it was clear that she had many friends from home that would not be able to attend a reception in Utah. So, we decided to hold a reception in Nashville, as well.
Three days after Christmas, we flew out to Nashville and our our families met for the first time. I confess that I approached this moment with a little bit of fear and trembling. You always hope that your families will hit it off and enjoy each other’s company. But, as many of you may know, it doesn’t always work out that way.
Thankfully, it went better than either of us could have hoped. Our families hit it off, and we spent the next day traveling around Nashville together seeing the sites. To my in-laws’ credit, they were extremely gracious and went the extra mile to make my family feel at home.
The reception took place the next night in my wife’s friend’s home. The house was the epitome of modern southern charm. There was food, family, friends, and fun. I didn’t anticipate seeing anyone I knew. But, out of nowhere, a good friend of mine walked in. He drove all the way from Atlanta to come to the reception. Good friends can always light up a room, and he did. I was shocked and delighted to see him and grateful for the chance to catch up.
In place of alcohol and debauchery, we ate barbecue and had an airsoft war. For those of you who don’t know, airsoft guns shoot pellets with just enough force to leave a welt on your skin. I don’t think I’ve hurt more or had a better time in my life. There are few things more fun than running, rolling, and ducking on a course filled with old cars and walls, invading enemy territory, and shooting your friends.
It was truly a great night for which I am indebted to both my brother and my friends.
My wife’s family was scheduled to fly in late the night before the wedding. However, a big snow storm on January 4th caused the plane to make several circles around Salt Lake City before rerouting to Las Vegas.
We did not know that her family was in Las Vegas until after midnight. My wife was extremely upset and unsure whether we should get married that day if her family couldn’t be there. Thankfully, we got word around 4 a.m. that they had made it to Salt Lake and were at their hotel. Apparently, my mother-in-law let the airline know that if she missed her daughter’s wedding, they were going to pay for it.
At the end of the day, everyone made it to the ceremony and we were married as planned. The reception was a delight. My wife, mother, and a small army of friends and family spent a great deal of time putting the reception together. It was a smashing success. On the coldest night of the year, hundreds of people turned out to celebrate with us. An outstanding jazz trio played music, and there was a mocktail bar, cheese and bread, and every kind of dessert under the sun. Among the low lights, flowers, and jazz music, there was dancing, laughing, and lot of chatting and visiting. I don’t think it could have turned out any better.
Most importantly, the love of my life agreed to be mine forever. Even if nothing else worked out that day, her “I do” still would have made it the best day of my life.