...this happened. This is one of my favorite pictures of us from our wedding. And, yes, I WAS 12, thanks for asking.It's not as hard to look at this as it used to be. After all, without CSJ, there would be no Stud Muffin, right?
OK, you have my full permission to laugh at my poofy 90s hair, the poofy 90s sleeves (Hey, Suz, that's MY $300 dress!) but not so much my poofy veil, since my mommy made it. As a matter of fact, my mom made not only my veil, but the headpieces for all bridesmaids, all their jewelry, and ALL the flowers (including those for church, the centerpieces at the hall and corsages for all the aunts and boutonnieres for all the uncles. Keep in mind, I come from a very stereotypical BIG Italian family, so we're talking at least 15 of each!)
I hadn't planned to write more than two lines for this post, so I'm going to stop here. The one thing I did want to share was that on the day we got married, it was 65. Yes, really! (Today it's all of 19, a real heat wave from the past few days!) It was really strange. Everyone was walking around without their coats. It was also incredibly bright and sunny. At the time, we thought those were all signs that we were being smiled upon from up above. Ha! That's pretty funny now!!
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