And then it was over. And we were married.
"Weird." I thought to myself. "Helena Eriksson. I wonder what she's like."
(I'm still trying to figure that one out)
Walking out into the sunshine and seeing my friends and family was unforgettable. Mostly because it's on video, and I've watched it about a million times.
The pictures took a while. Hours. But I am so glad we took them. That is one thing I recommend 100%. Get a good photographer.
And then we headed back to my dads house for brunch.
"Amber! I'm.still.scared. We have barely even kissed since we got engaged! And now I'm supposed to just jump right in??"
It's true. I traded our make out sessions for that ring back in march. Kurt didn't want us messing up, and so he instituted some fun-killing guidelines. It worked. And it was awful.
So that day, the thought of going from NO KISSING EVER to, well, everything was scaring the crap out of me.
"Here. Why don't you guys go downstairs and "pack". Only, just make out and, you know, stuff."
"Amber. No. I will not have my first time be in my dads basement with my friends and family wondering where we went!"
"Set some boundaries. Like maybe...underwear on. Or something. That way later it won't be such an abrupt change."
...Huh. That wasn't a bad idea.
About an hour later I got a call from Annie. When I answered it, I was in tears.
"Um, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No! Annie, you won't believe what just happened."
I took Amber's advice, and we were downstairs rolling around on the bed when someone knocked on the door.
It was my Dad.
"Helena, can I come in?"
I was horrified.
"DON'T COME IN!" I shouted frantically, pushing Kurt away.
He didn't hear the "don't" part.
As the door started to open I shouted "NO!" at the top of my lungs.
He heard that one, and the door slammed shut. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Um, Annie wants you to call her! I'm sorry!"
Then he ran away.
He didn't see anything, which is kind of the problem. If he had opened the door a little more, he would have seen that we weren't naked, and just embarrassed because who wants their dad walking in on their makeout/wrestling session?
But he didn't see that, and so he ran away thinking "I JUST WALKED IN ON MY DAUGHTER HAVING SEX. FOR THE FIRST TIME. IN MY BASEMENT."
"Annie" I managed between gasps of laughter. "What should I do? I don't want him thinking I just ruined my daughters wedding night! Er, wedding day. WHICH SHE CHOSE TO SPEND IN MY BASEMENT? But I'm so embarrassed! I could tell him 'Don't worry dad, we had our clothes on' but that would mean looking him in the eye, and that might be a problem from now on."
In the end, I just let it slide. Awkwardly.
The reception was beautiful. It was at Le Jardin, in Sandy. If you are in Utah have your reception there. You will not regret it.
It was the best party of my life.
Right before our first dance, Kurt disappeared.
After a few minutes, he came out of the bathroom, sweating. And that's never a good sign.
"I threw my ring in the trash."
"Well. I guess that's one way to say it's over."
He rolled his eyes. "No, it's a little bit loose, and I was washing my hands. When I walked out the door my ring was gone! It came off in the paper towel when I was drying my hands."
The poor guy panicked, and frantically searched the trash can. When he couldn't find it, he dumped it out on the floor of the bathroom and started digging around.
A few people walked through, but no one asked him what he was doing. Which is weird to me. If I walked in a room and saw the groom playing with a pile of trash on the floor, I'd probably be curious.
He found the ring, and rushed out just in time for our dance.
This was the best day of my life.
It's hard to believe it's been a year already.
Part of me is thinking "Wait, this isn't our 7th anniversary?"
(It's been a big year)
But mostly? I'm excited about forever.