On this very day in 1985 a sweet young thing uttered, “I Do”, and before she could change her mind, Joseph L. Montoya pronounced it to be so.
We didn't have a whole lot of money to put on a big shindig, in fact our biggest expense was several cases of champagne. We then hired Mo's husband Rick (think ZZ Top) to keep the kids out of the champagne fountain at the reception. Turned out he was a charming host and found the proximity to the joy juice to his liking. Mo, made us a fabulous from-scratch wedding cake (they ate all three tiers). The moms and sisters and friends worked hard to provide catering services at the clubhouse that Gary snagged us for free.
The photographer was the absolute worst (didn't even take pictures of the bride's mother for cripes sake) so we didn't order any. My dad wouldn't talk to my mom, but that was expected. The best man turned out not to be and spent several weeks before hand bad mouthing the whole wedding to anyone who'd listen. That wasn't expected nor was the gift wrapped Pampers (his assumption that Lisa was PG spawned this generous wedding gift).
But we survived the jokes and the jerks and our lives have been ever so blessed. Twenty years and two kids later here we are, best friends who happen to be married to each other.
Only the beginning of what I want to feel forever.....