Wedding Album

At the time opening my mouth really wide and laughing seemed like a good idea. Now I realize I look like an idiot.

After nearly 3 years of marriage I am finally putting together our wedding album. I am sharing a few of the photos to show you how much fun I've been having with this process. Fun. Lots of it. Nothing like scrolling through a thousand photos and figuring out how to organize them into an album I don't have to hide when my parents/in-laws come to visit.

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Do you like this angle? Brilliant on the photographer's part. You can almost see my boobs. You can definitely see the pimple on my chest. Four thousand dollars and the bastard couldn't photoshop the pimple?

I love love love the way I look in this photo. Is it photoshop? It is lighting? The world will never know.

This is when Logan broke our agreement and tried to come in for a kiss on the lips.

I forced this awkward hug instead. There was no way I was making out with Logan in front of my dad!

I am thankful for two things: 1. I shaved my armpits 2. My boobs didn't pop out of my dress.

In case you were wondering, yes, I had purple in my hair. And, yes, I had fake extensions.

My beautiful appearance prior to wedding magic. Or, as I think of it, the morning of the best day of my life. Okay, the day I thought about running away and bravely faced getting married after lying in bed for a few hours in total panic mode.

Three years later and I would marry Logan all over again. He is my best friend and I am grateful. It takes a special man to put up with me and I know it!