Planning a wedding/blessing from another country is quite a challenge, but we managed to do it. We decided to have our blessing in the church where Alexander was baptized. This made a great sentimental connection, although the location was a challenge for some of our friends and family. Regardless, we had friends and family come from all over the world. It was a great show of where we've been, but also a huge testament to the bonds we've created with people.
The night before the blessing, we had a joint bachelor/ette party. It was the World Cup final, so we reserved a pub where we could watch the final and cheer for Argentina (well, Alex was cheering for Deutschland). We learned the hard way why you shouldn't have these kinds of parties the night before your big day. My "Man of Honor" was almost incapable of getting out of bed the next day and I had to layer on the concealer to cover the bags under my eyes. There were a few other casualties of this night due to an American from Wisconsin who decided to take shots with half our party. It was still a lot of fun and I'm glad we got to do it.
The morning of the blessing, I was grateful that the ceremony wasn't until 4 o'clock. This gave plenty of time to sleep off the hangover and start to feel somewhat human (I even managed to keep down a light lunch). When the photographer arrived, I started doing my hair and make-up. I've never been much of a girly girl, so I was kind of nervous about doing these things myself, but I think I managed. Once I had the hair and make-up done, I had my brother and a friend help me into my dress. It was actually quite an event to get into it, and I was quite proud of them for being able to lace up the bodice. I was made-up, dressed-up and ready to go when I got a call from Alexander. He hadn't left for the church yet.
The plan was for him to get to the church first. The plan was for him to call when he was going to the church so he would get there first. The plan was for him to be there when I arrived. As they say, the best laid plans. When I arrived at the church Alex wasn't there yet. So I patiently waited...for quite some time. When he finally did arrive, we were able to have a few moments alone before the ceremony. It was a really special time for us. From the entire day, I think that was possible the only time we had for just the two of us. We then had the ceremony, which went beautifully, and after the ceremony was the reception dinner and, of course, the dancing. We had an amazing time, and I wouldn't change anything about the day.
Exactly two years after saying, "I do", we got to renew our vows before God with our loved ones. After two years of laughing, crying, traveling, arguing, being healthy, being sick, all the good and all the bad, I know I wouldn't want to share my life with any one else. And I fall more in love everyday.
I love you, Alexander.
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