The One Where D&J Get Married: The Real End

So y’all thought I was done, eh? Just cuz everyone headed out the door and all the music stopped doesn’t mean that our wedding was over! D and I hung around and said bye to everyone.

I modeled our centerpieces as our guests took them home.

Our family hung around to pose for more random pictures.

We realized that we didn't have any pictures together with the baby, so we took some.

Then, we headed back to the hotel, where our families and some of our guests were waiting for us in our suite…

Everyone and their mothers waited for us in our beautifully decorated hotel suite.

This is how D carried me over the "threshold"-- like a sack of potatoes.

My parents hid money in our brand spankin' new marital bed, so our sisters pounced on it and tore it apart.

We're all about the money.

They made us play games. I don't wanna talk about this game.

This game was when D almost ate my face.

Coco was scrounging for the chocolates that my parents hid in the bed. I know, doesn't this sound like a GREAT idea?!

We hung out and chatted some more with everyone and their mothers.

Then we told everyone that they didn't have to go home, but they had to get the hell outta there, so we could enjoy the chocolate covered strawberries and champagne that my MOH A gifted us. Then, we opened up all our cards and crashed. Yep, we didn't consummate our marriage that night. That wasn't until... later. TMI? Sorry.

Well, everyone. This is the end of my journey. I let this last post drag on for much too long because I hated the idea of leaving this blog behind. It was a wild and such a sweet ride, and I wouldn’t have traded it in for anything in this world. Once I get a new “life blog” up (this is contingent on whether I can find a clever enough title, so I might need some help), I’ll post the link, cuz I know y’all can’t live without me. I’ll be sure to keep everyone updated on our exciting plans (ha) and our future mixed babies. Thanks for listening to me rant and rave, for sharing my laughter and sadness and most of all, just for reading and helping me find my love for writing again.

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