the wedding

Wednesday, Bryan and I had decide that we were going to get married and our first step was to get our marriage license, we loaded up our boys, who at this time are 6 and 4. We drove to the next town, yes, the artichoke dip town and walked into the courthouse and bought our marriage license. We then decide we may as well go buy wedding rings, you know that way we will have them when the time comes. So, we went and picked out wedding bands. Bryan, in a nonchalant way says, "you know, we could just go to the courthouse and get married". My heart flip flopped and the emotions came flooding into my head and heart with the thought of being his wife. The emotions took and over and I replied, "Okay." We then drove back to the courthouse and asked the judge to marry us, his schedule was full and we decided it wasn't our day. The boys, such troopers, had been dragged around town while Bryan and I were busy with our planning and piped in..."we're hungry", we stopped in our tracks and shared with each of them how much we loved them and how their patience and good behavior had not gone unnoticed. We pulled into the parking lot of Hardee's and went in and ordered lunch. We sat and ate our lunch, the boys and I were talking 'wedding stuff' and Bryan was on the phone trying to call anyone he could think of to marry us. We finished our lunch and began the quick trip home. we drive past our church on our way home and Bryan says, "i am gonna call pastor and see if he is busy." He calls and asks him to marry us and he is more excited than we are. He tells us to be at the church in an hour and a half. I then go into panic mode...calling my mom, my dad, and my sister, telling them I am getting married in an hour and a half. We rush home and change into our wedding attire, mine being a pair of jeans and a sweater with my Justin boots, of course. Bryan in a pair of khakis and a polo. Our boys are running around the house like wild banshees, saying to each other ..."mom and dad are getting married, mom and dad are getting married." I apply my makeup and am floating on a high I am unaware of at the time. Time to head for the church...The wedding...We pull into the parking lot of the church and my parents are already there, along with my sister. Yes, we were the last ones to arrive to our own wedding. I give hugs to my family, who by the way had no idea of wedding, let alone to get the call an hour before the event. I hug my daddy and he has a twinkle in his eye, he reaches into his truck and pulls out a bouquet of flowers and hands it to me. I gasp and say thank you and could not believe how I was planning on getting married and making the sacrifice of all the little details I had dreamed about for soooo long. I then blinked past the tears and made my way into the church. I was greeted by the pastor and his amazing wife, along with the youth pastor and his wife, and the church's secretary. We had a brief run through of the proceedings and when I headed to the front of the church to take my place next to my soon to be husband, I was told to to go out of the sanctuary and let my daddy walk me in. They had even popped the Wedding March cd into the cd player and my daddy walked me down the aisle, handing my hand to my soon to be husband's in a symbol of letting go. A short 5 minutes later we were married, and the journey could really begin.