Those who know me, know that I go to an obscene amount of weddings, so much so that they often make reference to 27 Dresses. So I think it’s only fair that I start a sort of blog within a blog for my wedding day adventures, and maybe even some misadventures along the way too. I guess we’ll find out.
My first ever wedding isn’t actually a memory at all, but rather a photograph. There is this photo hanging in the kitchen of my childhood home, it’s a picture of my aunt and uncle on their wedding day, along with my parents, grandparents, and me. My mom’s seven months pregnant with my younger sister, but in her arms, I’m wearing this jean dress with a sunflower on the front. I think that was a good day. From what I can tell, it was a beautiful wedding, filled with so much happiness. And every time I see that photo hanging in the kitchen it makes me happy too.
Just A Small Town Girl 