Last week I talked about my dress dilemma. This week I will be talking about the most devastating part of my wedding. But before I get to that, let's talk about the reception. Our dinner was catered by an amazing place called Borgen's (located about 30 mins south of La Crosse.) They were so great to work with and the food was to die for... seriously, if you're ever in the area go to Westby for their food. Then after Beardy and I ate, our best man and maid of honor speeches started. I do believe in this picture the best man gave me a hard time about my clothing choice the first time we met. (I was wearing Uggs and a jean skirt, okay? I am not proud of it...)
Now, I am not sticking up for my father, but about three months after the wedding he had a bunch of tests done and we found out that he had diabetes. That explained the not feeling well and walking off the dance floor because of it. But even though it is a tradition to have a dance with your father, I wish he would have said he didn't want to. I would have rather skipped the dance altogether. I don't have a picture from that 10 seconds and I am glad I don't. It still makes me sad thinking about it.
Everything on your wedding day is completely out of your control. Whether it be your dress breaking or your dad leaving you alone on the dance floor. I could have planned and planned and planned but I could have not planned for that.
Did anything go wrong on your wedding day? What did you do?
Next week we will talk about the second half of the reception and my sister and her skillz catching the bouquet.
Our Rehearsal Dinner
Our First Look
After the Ceremony