On Saturday, June 13, 2015, I married the man of my dreams.
It was a day full of laughter and tears, love and compassion, dinosaurs and sunshine.
Curious how the big day went? Read on!
For the first time in many years, I put my face in the hands of a makeup artist. Scary! Thankfully, my aunt Ravani and Bridal Sidekick Jenny were there to make sure I didn’t look TOO silly. It was a little scary, feeling the strange makeup being applied to my face, hearing them discuss colors, tones, lipstick, blush, without me seeing it until the very end!
After dressing, makeup and girlie stuff, we met up with my husband-to-be at the local detention center.
Yes. Detention Center.
No, neither one of us are (currently) incarcerated.
People give us strange looks when we tell them where we were married, but it makes sense to us – we wanted to get married on a Saturday, we didn’t need a religious officiant, and it would be too much trouble to meet up with a magistrate and our wedding party at a park, do the ceremony, then go do pictures.
The actual ceremony was short and simple – the magistrate was behind bulletproof glass, we slid our IDs and the paperwork under the window, she read off the official verbiage, we kissed, and we were officially married! It took longer to get through security than it did to get hitched!
Especially for Colby’s best man Keith, he was held up for quite a while because of all the metal on him! We were a little concerned he’d been arrested!
After our adventure at the detention center, we wandered off to lunch then to the JC Raulston Arboretum for pictures. It’s a gorgeous location, tons of trees, open areas, gazebos, flowers and so on. My coworker Gabe took our wedding portraits, the normal ones (family, best man, the happy couple) and some silly ones – like Colby twirling me around.
On our way back to the parking lot to head to the reception, Colby’s father stumbled/tripped (we’re not sure) and landed hard on his head. We called 911 and they whisked him (and Colby) off to the emergency room – he ended up getting 16 stitches in his forehead. Not quite what everyone was expecting for entertainment. He’s doing better – the stitches were taken out on Monday and there was no permanent damage.
Colby ordered us to go to the reception without him; he didn’t think he would be able to come. It was a surprise to our guests when I informed them that the groom would not be attending!
We have such awesome friends. While Colby was on his way to the hospital, Evan ran by the bakery to grab the cake, and Scott took Colby’s mom to the emergency room so Colby could come back to the reception. With Colby’s parents and cousin gone, and a few no-shows, we had plenty of leftover food! Plus cake. Delicious cake.
I actually gave a speech! I know, me + public speaking = not happening. I’m rather proud of it, so I’m going to subject you do it!
Did anyone see that polar bear walk by just now? No? Shame, they make such terrific icebreakers.
So. Where to begin?
Thank you, each and every single one of you, for being here with us today. There’s nothing better than enjoying a meal with friends and family on our wedding day, also known as the Day Colby Lost His Freedom.
But I would really like to thank Jenny, my Bridal Sidekick, for being one of the best friends a T-rex could ask for. She has helped calm me down when I am all “aaaaaaaaaaah I don’t know what to do!” to helping me remember all the tiny little details, like getting a wedding dress to making sure I don’t embarrass myself too much.
Aunt Ravani, you are the awesome aunt everyone wishes they could have. You’ve always been there for me, especially after Mom died, and I know she would be happy to know you’re here with me today. I love you.
To Colby’s family, I can’t thank you enough for the gift of Colby himself. He truly is someone special, but y’all already knew that. I’m glad I can now call you family. I love you.
Colby Christian Beam, I am not perfect, far from it.
I’ve been known to listen to Britney Spears and the Gummi Bear song; I have t-rex arms and the Tupperware has to be arranged just so. I love to sing, but really shouldn’t, and I’m dangerous when upright.
You are always there for me, through thunderstorms and evening jogs, through panic attacks and Star Trek, through insecurities and pineapple cupcakes. No matter where I am, if you are there with me, then I am home.
I promise to love you unconditionally, to be there when you need a sounding board, to be not only your wife but your best friend, your partner in crime. As Scott Adams once said, “I love you like a fat kid loves cake.”
Now, let’s eat cake!