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June 10, 2017- my favorite day ever. The day I married the man of my dreams and became the ultimate trophy wife. Just kidding on the trophy wife part, you have to be a trophy wife in training first.
This is Part 1 of my wedding blog. Below you will see a little photo journey of my wedding. I had my ultimate dream wedding- everything was EXACTLY how I wanted. A rustic glam jam with blush pink and gold everywhere. I knew that would be my wedding theme since I was like 13 and looked at Pinterest on the school computers during class and there is no shame in my game.
We got engaged on August 27, 2016 outside of West Point, New York. Stefan drank too much the night before and told me he was going to propose the next day. King of secrets right here. Even though I was pretty sure it was coming, it was still magical, and I still cried. Poor Stefan had no idea what he was getting himself into. LOL jk, he totally knew. He chose this. Poor guy.
I may or may not have had the venue and photographer contacted within 24 hours of engagement. When you know, you know #amirite? It also helped that in my wedding planning class in college, I had to plan a fake wedding for my “clients”. I planned my own dream wedding for the project. Sooooooo nobody could judge me for having my wedding planned since 2015 because my college degree depended on it (at least that is what I tell myself so that I don’t feel like a total psycho).
Is it just me or does 2015 feel SO long ago?
Anyways, I planned our wedding in 9 months, had the best ever bridal shower & bachelorette party, and our rehearsal dinner was friggin’ awesome. Our wedding day will forever be one of our favorites. Nothing will replace those memories. Although it was almost perfect, there were a lot of unexpected twists and turns that we couldn’t be prepared for. I will fill you in on those later.
For now, I can’t wait to show you the deits on my nuptials. Keep on scrollin’ down.
My soon to be husband *pretending* to get dressed because he didn’t shower and everyone was hungover and/or still drunk. There is no pictures of the guys getting ready because they were literally all in their underwear like weirdos when Julie Bee Photography showed up. Literally, look at his collar. What a hot mess. I expect nothing less.
My wedding dress hanging from a newly built window at the Holiday Inn Express, lol. God lord did I love that dress. I remember seeing it on a mannequin at MB Bride and being like damn. The back of that is AMAZING, so I assumed the front was ugly lol. Nothing that a good seamstress can’t cut and change for ya.
It was alllllll fun & games in the bridal store until I put it on in the hotel and was like “Alright, I have had this thing on for 5 minutes. Only 11 hours and 55 minutes left to go.” That dress easily weighed 20lbs.
Yes people, that’s right, my name hasn’t always been Alexandra Moreau. I lived the first 22 years of my life as Alexandra Yamrick, but I am pretty used to the switch for the fact being that it is the name of my business and I look at it every single day.
My dad doing a really poor job at being cool, calm and collected. He also has two left shoes on.
Doin’ the damn thing. The kiss that sealed in Stefan’s fate. We are officially Mr. & Mrs., y’all!
We had a butterfly release as we exited the church (that was the church where my big head was baptized). I didn’t choose the best photo to show the butterflies, but I looked better in this one. It’s my blog and I can choose whatever friggin’ pictures that I want.
This little guy hung out on my bouquet for the duration of family pictures inside the church. I think it was my guardian angels saying that they were there, too.
We slammed enough Budweiser on the party bus to Blue Spruce Park that we forgot our bouquets. Including mine. Lol.
We remembered 4 out of 7. That’s a little over half, not too shabby. Why didn’t we just get them off of our bus you ask? Because the bus went to get us more beer at a nearby bar with my sisters two best friends that I allowed on the bus after signing a bar napkin contract agreement that they could party with the bridal party. That’s why.
Stefan has a brother & I have sisters. Here is our sibling pic (minus one, hey Adrienne).
The shame in my game is negative ten with this one. Were you even in a sorority if you didn’t get your letters tatted in your lip with your best gals? Don’t think so.
My boy and his boys.
I did three different size centerpieces to vary dimension. They were all obnoxiously large 🙂 I also had my dad build this little changing wall thing for photos of Stef and I as well as photos of us throughout our lives.
Newly married quickly almost turned into newly divorced. I fed him nicely and he fed me like a farm animal!
During the toast when my sister mentioned about how my mom used to let us watch Beavis & Butthead as young children. If you wonder why I am the way I am, you can thank my mom.
My dad cryin’ like a baby!
Moments before my mom dropped a glass of red wine on my dress 🙂 don’t worry, I forgive you, Steph.
All of you Texas people reading this, this is a Pennsylvania bridal dance. Where people pay money to take a shot and dance with me to the same polka music on repeat, then they make a circle around me, then Stefan has to break through the circle to get to me. Super casual and normal.
Sunset pics fo eva, fam!
Bouquet toss- something you have to do if you’re the first of your friends and sisters to get married, lol. This got aggressive reaaaal quick.
But Stef, do you even remember this moment?!
Overall, my best day ever truly was the best day ever. I will be honest- despite the careful planning and the detail that went into every single aspect, things STILL went wrong. You cannot prepare for some things and situations that get thrown your way no matter how hard you try.
So the million dollar question(s)… what did I like and what would I do differently?
Look forward to Part 2 of this series of blogs, to read what a wedding planner would go back and change about her own wedding, tips for brides in similar situations, and how to better prepare for the inevitable.