After 7 and a half years of marriage, my wife took it upon herself to go through our hundreds of wedding photos and put the best of them in a new album for us to enjoy.
So we sat down a couple of weeks ago, before continuing our binge watching of Making a Murderer on Netflix, to look through our newly compiled wedding album.
I soon realized that I had probably seen most of those pictures only once before, about 7 and a half years ago when we first received the photos from the photographer we hired.
The first thing I immediately noticed was how different I looked. Those were what I refer to as my “bloated Elvis days”.
That was back when I ate whatever I wanted. Those were the days I would secretly sneak in trips to McDonald’s without my then soon-to-be bride knowing about it; she herself hadn’t been there since 1999, when she simply got an ice cream cone from the drive-through.
Granted, my wife’s health conscious-mindset rubbed off on me, and as we all know, now years into my faithfully vegan lifestyle, I now live a life free of pet allergies, sinus infections, headaches, eczema (dishydrosis), and somewhere around 30 pounds extra that I was carrying around in these old pictures.
The second thing I noticed was my beautiful bride at our wedding (age 26) looks just as beautiful today (age 34).
And the third thing I couldn’t help but notice was that, clearly, everyone there was having a truly wonderful time.
When you’re in the middle of your own wedding and reception, you can only take in and remember so much; especially 7 and a half years later.
Seeing these pictures showed me that not simply did our guests have fun, but they had a remarkably entertaining night out in the legendary little big town of Nashville.
That’s a good thing, considering the financial investment that a wedding is.
We had what I would consider a big wedding and big reception. I feel it was the kind of wedding you see in movies.
Even I myself had only been to a few weddings of that caliber.
It was a party. It was a feast.
It was a wedding of Biblical proportions, where Jesus could have performed His first miracle; when He turned the water into wine.
Not to mention, it was the perfect opportunity for all the Baptists on my side to be able to get away with drinking alcohol; as it serves as a “special occasion” to keep their consciences from bothering them as badly; an unwritten rule in the by-laws of Baptist culture.
Meanwhile, my wife’s guests had no hesitation. (They come from a Catholic background… enough said.)
Not one person in any of these pictures look like they’re just standing there, bored. People are smiling, laughing, and dancing.
There’s this one funny picture where one of my soon-to-be brothers-in-law is dancing with one of my soon-to-be nephews, like they are at a prom. I laugh every time I see it.
One of my favorite pictures of all these is one from the father-daughter dance.
My father-in-law passed away just a couple of months after our wedding. Knowing he was sick, my wife’s many siblings (she has 9) gathered around my wife and my father-in-law while Steven Curtis Chapman’s “Cinderella” played.
I am so grateful for this candid shot of my father-in-law in that historic moment.
So while our wedding cost more than a decent car, looking back on it, it was one amazing wedding.
On my own, I wouldn’t have sat down and looked through our wedding pictures. But thanks to my wife taking the time to put together this new album, it was a blessing to revisit that special day.