Michael October 3, 2012, 03:30:42

Ashley – Eight years ago today, my best friend and I got eggnaed at a bus station in a small town outside of Frankfurt Germany. Our wedding was a disaster; my grandfather died two weeks before the wedding and week before my fiancee9 could even meet my family. My wedding photographer got drunk at the reception and the pictures he managed to get before weren’t even in focus. We were all so shell-shocked from losing my grandpa we didn’t have time for the details, something my in-laws never let me live down. But:Because of our religion, we got married the day before what we called the dog and pony show with the dress and the cake and the stupid photographer. The day of our wedding, we went to lunch at Burger King, I dressed in a pink sundress and we went to dinner afterwards with our immediate families. We got one picture of us that day, our heads together laughing at some joke nobody else heard. I don’t remember what the plates looked like, I don’t remember what anyone was wearing. I don’t care what we ate. All I remember is that my new husband held my hand under the table the whole time. I’ve thought about what my perfect wedding would have been like. The only thing I would have done differently would have been to have a GOOD photographer on the day of our actual marriage and not even bother with the next day. I wore what I wanted to wear, I ate what I wanted to eat and we didn’t even have to clear the dishes. Simple. And I loved it.If someone’s style really is mason jars and fairy lights, then that’s awesome. But your wedding should be a reflection of who YOU are, not what bridal magazines say is cute. All that matters is who is holding your hand that day and where the rest of the road is taking you.