Lynn says that the best achievement of the whole wedding was that I hadn’t managed to see the reception space until after the wedding. That our family took care of that and somehow managed to make me stay out of it was a monumental achievement for which I am grateful. Everything was gorgeous. Even though I planned it, secretly I didn’t think tulle would work (I mean, ick—tulle) but it covered the shelf with our childhood photos and made everything kind of floaty and magical along the mirrored wall. The flowers were lovely, and the colors all came together nicely.*
We came into the room and went straight to the dance floor for our first dance. We took lessons, but there is no overcoming our most serious ballroom impediment–I’m not meant to lead. And, since Lynn is too short to see over my shoulder (bless her), I have to even though I’m really bad at it. My lack of skills only got worse once we got in there and I started to get nervous with all of those people watching. Luckily Lynn caught on and started to twirl me around, rather than sticking to our routine. Everyone clapped and we loosened up for the rest of the dance.













