Last weekend I watched my friend since the seventh grade (Hutchy) marry her sweetheart, Mr. Corey Hall.
And since I have a crapton of pictures to document that day I am splitting the event into two parts: ‘Before the Dancing’ photos and ‘Dancing!’ photos.
I’ve compiled my favorite photos from my camera, my mom’s, Ashley’s, and Jessie’s cameras to post here to my journal for memories’ sake.
I’ve collected so many photos because it was a special day– Most importantly we got to celebrate a good friend’s new beginning with her life partner, but ALSO having the whole Sanders Clan (+ many of its affiliates) all together in one place doesn’t happen as often as it should! And we had a bunch of fun together.
Before the Ceremony
The whole family! Together! Dad, Keith, J, Matt, Mom, Me, Adry, Becca, Alexz
J and Becca
Mer, Chip, Dad, J, and Becca
Adry with Ben and Duke
My beautiful mother
One stud of a husband!
My two awesome brothers and their lovely girlfriends
Dad and Mom
Chip and Mer, Rescue Rangers
Duke and Ash
Jessie and Jamie and their guys
Proof that it was post-cocktail hour and Jamie got ahold of my camera
Later in the night, after our fist dance, it was time to cut the cake!
Of course, since cutting the cake is a seriously important event lyke omigawdI had to have a very serious discussion with Keith beforehand… which made him laugh at me.
And I was all no no no no, you don’t understand. That whole vow thing? That was just a formality. You could have had your fingers crossed. We suspect certain ex-husbands had THEIRS crossed. You have to repeat all your vows (it is permissible to paraphrase), then PINKY PROMISE ME and then seal it with the cake cutting! So he put on his serious face.
He repeated his vows and pinky-promised on it.
SIDE STORY: And this is going to sound all mopey but it’s totally not- I’ve just accepted the fact that insecurity is going to be a part of my relationship with Keith. I will always wonder if or when he might leave me, stop loving me, get sick of me, blahblah. I mean, it’s not just that I’ve personally experienced adultery and divorce; it’s that I’ve also seen it happen over and over and over again, same story every time. I feel like my generation has just become really good at justifying ending a relationship that has gone sour… and letting relationships go sour in the first place. I’m not sure how long I have to be married to be convinced I won’t be left, because I’ve seen 3-year marriages collapse, 10-year marriages, 17-year marriages… you know? I get afraid that I’ll be 39, going through a rough time, raising 2 Martin kids and Keith will say, “I haven’t been happy for a long time- I think we’d be happier if we weren’t married anymore.” I am NOT saying that it is within Keith’s character in the slightest to do or say something like that, but the terrifying thing is that I didn’t think it was in the other men at all to do that to their wives, either! Each affair, separation, and divorce I’ve seen has been a complete shock to me.
I know it’s not fair that Keith has to live in the wake of my past experiences when he’s done nothing but be consistent, committed, and work hard to make sure I’m happy. But he always assures me that he entered into the relationship with his eyes open- he knew what I’d been through and the struggles I have. He’s incredibly patient. All I have to do is tell him when I’m feeling insecure and afraid and he reminds me of how much he loves me, WHY he loves me, how happy he is, and how, even if one day he might happen to feel unhappy, he will never leave me. It makes me feel better to discuss actions we will take to secure a healthy marriage and ALSO the actions we will take if things go bad.
SO ANYWAY! Nowadays (post-wedding) when I have bouts of insecurity he reminds me that he PINKY PROMISED! And it has become a little joke.
So after the super serious pinky promise Melissa came over to help us cut the cake. This is Melissa:
She is also the one who worked hard to make our very lovely cake.
(loving on me)
To kind of wrap up the night the crowd gathered around the bonfire and Keith’s brother gave a really great heartfelt “best man speech” that Keith talked about for days.
(SO many girls find out that Keith is awesome and ask me if he has a brother. The answer is yes. Keith has a brother. Here he is! No, you can’t have him. He’s married.)
It has taken me three weeks to get all of these wedding posts up! Also- I’ve been married for three weeks already! Each day is happier than the day before.
After family photos we met at Blue Ginger for dinner.
Blue Ginger is an Asian bistro in Dublin and is the restaurant Keith and I went to celebrate our engagement. We thought it was yummy, so why not celebrate our being married there, too!
I love him!
Jamie and John
Keithy got some sushi. I got duck dumplings, the same thing I got on engagement day.
I also tried to eat sushi for the first time in my life, but that story doesn’t end well.
After Blue Ginger we headed to my parents’ house for our Fire Night Party (AKA reception).
Melissa Foley (wife of one of Keith’s bandmates) made our cake!
My mother (and dad) organized, decorated, set up, and put together the entire Fire Night Party. She did an amazing awesome job and I wish I had more photos of everything she did! (I just didn’t think to grab my camera and/or tell the girl who did our pictures what I wanted. =my one and only big wedding regret.) My mom had the yard all in pretty sparkly lights, she had beautiful autumn-like table cloths and centerpieces on the tables, she prepared make-your-own kabob tables with different meats and vegetables and people cooked their kabobs on the grill. Dad prepared sangria and filled his fishing boat with sodas, beers, etc. T.Matt put together my music mix and Ryan let us use his DJ equipment so the party had music! Dad set up a tent with foosball and the skittles game he made by hand, and also made a big bonfire and fire snacks (smores). Everything was super classy, sparkly, pretty, and yummy! My mother is right in her element when it comes to events. She doesn’t do anything halfway.
Keith and I had sort of been doing our own separate mingling as soon as we walked through the door of my parents’ house. So an hour or two into Fire Night I’d had a few +spiked sangrias to keep warm (and it totally worked) and I also had REFUSED to take off my super long heeled shoes because I loved them. I packed sneakers just in case, but… the shoes! They buckled at the ankle and had an adorable bow across the toes and… they just weren’t coming off, even though no one could see them and the heels were super thin so I kept getting stuck in the grass as I walked through the yard… Aanyway. It was about this time that Keith and I crossed paths on the patio as a song started and we took each other and started dancing.
Now, Keith and I never had “a song”. We tried to have a song, but I always told him that the best couple songs were from shared experiences, not picking and choosing. By Wedding Day the closest I’d come to having a song that reminded me of Keith was Jack Johnson’s Better Together because Keith always seemed to sing it to me on late nights when we first started dating. But KEITH said the song that reminded him of ME was Red Hot Chili Peppers Hard To Concentrate… and so we just never pinned down a couple song. So anyway, on Wedding Day when this song played and we started dancing it took me a minute to piece together what it was because I’m really bad with intros… and also: sangria.
Then Keithy started singing it to me. The first song we danced to. The first song he sang to me. And it turns out it was Jason Mraz I’m Yours.
Sidenote: it’s funny that that song ended up being the song because it’s always been one that’s been kind of unofficially off limits for me because it belonged to my old high school friend/ fellow online journaler who is a SUPER SUPER CRAZY-FOR-JASON-MRAZ FAN (who ALSO happened to date the same high school boy as me, happened to get pregnant a little before me, left baby daddy a little before I left mine, fell in love and got engaged a little before me, got a job very similar to the one I got, HAPPENED to get married on the exact same day as me, who I think ALSO danced to that Jason Mraz song with her son on that day!!!) so I’m slightly concerned (but not really) that she will think I am stealing her life! Ha! But I promise- the parallels are a complete coincidence (and a little weird). Also, she’s not catty, so I don’t think this will be an issue. It’s just kind of funny to me.
When Keith and I were first falling in love he’d say, “I love you so much I have that ache behind my sternum.” That’s how I felt dancing with him. That’s how I feel about him every day. (I am so fortunate.)
I completely adore him.
The next post is my LAST wedding post!!! It will be of cake cutting, Keith’s brother, the rest of fire night, and happily ever after.
Chip and Mer’s wedding was a GORGEOUS; a BLAST; centered on God, family, and friends; and everything a wedding is supposed to be.
First, the bridesmaids and bridesdude got to have a trolley ride to the beautiful downtown presbyterian church Mer chose to marry at. We enjoyed a short, sweet, meaningful ceremony before heading to The Columbus Museum of Art for the absolutely stunning cocktail hour and reception DJd by Mark Dantzer.
I only have a handful of photos that I stole from the internets to share.
These were Duke and Ash’s place setting cards. Someone hand-drew one of these for each guest attending the wedding. I thought it was the most adorable idea for an art museum wedding.
Me, Ash, and Hutchy
Me, Adry, and Keith’s very first full family unit photo!
I absolutely LOVE him like you wouldn’t believe. On a daily basis I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, and it’s hard to contain. He is amazing. We had a great time together as a family on wedding weekend.
And if I thought my life couldn’t be more blessed, I also have all of these folks whom I love dearly. Every single one of them.
As soon as someone posts some I will have to share some photos of the actual wedding and reception!
This morning Adry and I went with Parker and Denise to the Costume Ball at the Hilliard Library. Just a couple of pictures from that:
A Bean Bag Toss Game
Adry was drugged on Benadryl. Drowsy kid.
And tonight we went to the Trick-or-Treat at Friendship Village where Dad works.
Tori showed up at the cutest poodle ever.
Found some Halloween Candy… still in its wrapper. NomNomNom
Nick’s debut on my blog: his cheese smile.
Digging into Jameson’s candy
Freakin’ love this next picture. Totally captures the true mood of this photoshoot: two moms wishfully thinking that three kids together would just naturally overflow with charm and cooperation with extra love and snuggles and batting eyelashes to go around… and so two moms force three kids into position and WISH them to smile and be happy about it. SMILE, KID! LOVE EACH OTHER! LOVE EACH OTHER AND BE ADORABLE, DANG IT! RIGHT FREAKING NOW! I SAID NOW! And what did the two moms get instead? This:
Two toddler boys who are both all, “ew, girl coodies– She’s touching me!” and a baby girl whose only concern is that she hasn’t developed the muscle strength to sit up on her own and her mother just dumped her on the floor to fend for herself… must.grab.toddler.boys.
It’s no secret: we have the most photogenic children of all time. They know how to dazzle us.
Les got a room at Renaissance Hotel so that we could spend the day swimming in the rooftop pool.
Mom and Hutch with Adry, walking the city to the hotel
It was glorious.
Yes, even the hot tub was glorious! Not too hot.
Adry had a blast squeezing his water ball on people’s heads. Mer is his victim here.
Hutch was lookin’ niiiiiice!
Sunning Hutch. It was so cool being surrounded by all the buildings. I am such a city girl. But I’ll say otherwise when I post pictures of our 4 day camping trip next week. I need both city AND nature, that’s what I need.
He had so much fun
View from Renaissance pool
I wanted to get a shot of the flags and the statehouse for Independence Day.
Mom is warming up from a cool swim. When the sun went down the overhead lights came on. It was a PERFECT night. Perfect. I could have stayed the night right there at the pool on those comfy couches with the perfect slight breeze. Pizza was eaten and cards were played.
Adry is winding down from a full day of play by watching Baby Einstein on my phone.