the reception

Our favorite part of the wedding was by far the ceremony, but the reception was beautiful as well. I had never seen our venue at night, but I imagined it. Let me tell you- it was better than what I could dream up in my mind. The weather was just wonderful- not at all too warm, or too cold. All the twinkle lights lit the courtyard and the tea lights lit the tables. The food (or what Danny and I got to eat of it) was really the best wedding food I've ever eaten. The constant conversations and laughter continued throughout the night, with an occasional "ting ting" of glasses, prompting Danny to lean in and kiss me. It was romantic, it was fun, it was beautiful, and it was just about the best celebration of my life.

Besides the walk down the aisle, our first dance was the other event I was really looking forward to. We danced round and round to the song Danny played for me when he proposed. I sang every word to my husband and he sang every word to me. "Love we sleep apart for the last time, for the last time..." Time may have stopped. Everyone there just sort of vanished as I glided around with my love. He dipped me. We kissed. They clapped. And then. The dancer of all dancers.

"Can we please have Luke Unterkofler to the floor!?"

The ring "barrier" took his place and the DJ started up his requested song, special thanks to Madagascar. Our five year old nephew started the night off right by break dancing his little body all over the dance floor. We laughed and clapped and, after a while, we joined him and pretty much danced the night away.

It was magical. And we stayed until the clock struck eleven. Then my groom swept me away to our hotel. They knew it was our wedding night and upgraded us for free to the executive room- complete with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne and a candle lit bath. The rest of the night was glorious and special and God blessed us beyond belief for waiting for one another.

Until 3 am.
My poor husband.