Wedding Recap #1- Dress Shopping

So I think I'm going to finally get around to posting about our wedding! I loved our wedding. It was perfect. It fit us so well, and it was the happiest time of my life. 

Steve and I had been talking about getting married since he went into the Air Force. We were young, and knew it would be best to wait. Sometimes it would cause fights, with one of us (usually me) wanting it and the other (usually him) wanting to wait. So for a long time, we stopped talking about it. I think it was in July, and I asked him if he'd "thought about the m word". I can remember it clearly. I was sitting on the back of the couch  and straightening my mom's hair, while texting Steve. I was REALLY surprised when he sent me a text saying, "I think we should do it when I get home from Korea." I was floored. I actually said I had to think about it! I only had to think about it for a day or two, but I had ignored it for so long!

I guess that might not make sense to everyone. The thing is, we always knew we were going to get married. We just didn't know when. So, there wasn't any proposal or engagement ring, we just decided together over the phone, from opposite sides of the world. Very us, I guess.

The next step was telling our families. It was stressful, and I think all four parents suggested waiting. They didn't understand why we would get married right before he went to Korea. Then, it was that it would be easier for my family from Montana to come if we waiting until January. Eventually, I think they understood that we do things our way. I am SO glad that we were sure about what we wanted. I don't know what I would do if we hadn't been able to get married before Steve died. Being able to call myself his wife gives me something to hold onto.

I planned the whole thing, Steve told me to do whatever I wanted. Honestly though, there wasn't much to plan. I think we had the whole thing figure out in about a month. We had a courthouse wedding, but still wanted to get dressed up, have family, and a bunch of the little wedding touches.

First thing, getting a dress. The dress I ended up with was nothing like I thought I would have gotten, but I love it so much. I tried on a bunch of styles, but I'm really glad I found the one I wore. It also fit the style Steve said he liked. Bonus!

 Went shopping with my sister and my mom. Bri brought her camera to document.

 This was my go to pose for some reason... even though it gave me man shoulders.

I tried on a few veils, just to see how it looked.

My sister got distracted by the ugly ass something dresses. Prom? Quinceanera?

I made boutonnieres for all of the guys (this one wasn't finished yet).

Almost went with this one, but wasn't a huge fan of the train or how sparkly it was. 

Here it is! Pre-hemming, of course, since I'm mini.

I also made bouquets, one for me and one for Bri. 

 AND HERE ARE MY EFFING AWESOME SHOES

Balloon bouquet and veil!

Here's my bouquet, better pictures in the wedding shots. 

And the ring. Steve picked out both of them (the one's on my middle finger, the green one was a Christmas present from Steve a few years ago) while he was in Guam. I actually didn't see mine until two days before the wedding.

12/15/10

I am so in love with you.

Perfect

This was the most perfect day of my entire life. I'm so thankful.

Speechless.

I have no words to describe my feelings. Right now, all I can handle sharing is that what happened was an accident. It was a tragic accident that will affect so many people. Please keep me, my family, Steve's family, and all of his friends in your thoughts and prayers.


All I can think is that I am so grateful for the last week I had with Steve. I will definitely want to share that, but I'm just waiting for the storm to calm right now.

Blue shoes.

Ok, so for some reason I constantly feel awkward talking about "The Wedding", so I figured I would start out in a language I'm comfortable with- shoes. I love shoes. I want those shoes. Although how I've pictured my wedding has changed about a million times, I've always known I wanted some BAMF shoes. Bright, bold, and tall. Ok, I feel better.

Steve and I decided a few months ago that we wanted to get married when he comes home. I wanted to post about it so many times, but we took some time telling all of our family. It is going to be teeny, it is going to be 100% us, and it is going to be fun. There really isn't much traditional to the way we are doing things, which has given me weird looks from people I've told, but I know my fellow military girls will understand. People don't get why we are doing it on such short notice. People don't get why we didn't have some magical proposal. People don't get why I don't want some big extravagant thing with 200 people.

Breather. Here's another shoe.

So the rebellious part of me would love to wear shoes like those. Partly because I think they are awesome (ok, and partly trashy), and partly because I know it would give about half the people who come heart attacks. The metaphorical kind of course.

I honestly don't have a lot of details to share. Everything is just an idea right now because we can't set anything for sure until Steve buys his ticket to come home. Which he will be doing on Monday. Which I cannot believe.