Two whole years.

That’s how long we’ve been married today.

Last year I wrote about being overwhelmed with joy and frankly I still am. I still feel my heart swell in my chest when I think about that August summer day. Sometimes D and I talk about what it would have been like to attend our own wedding. I realize that sounds silly because obviously we were there, but I wonder if our friends and family felt the significance of all the details. I suppose not. How can anyone know the details like they know the details of their own wedding?

Two whole years later I want to remember the details because we cared a lot about them. Not the everything-must-appear-perfect kind of details, but the little things that made it the story of our wedding…filled with a lot of little stories.

Our grandfathers both wore white dinner jackets with their tuxedos because they both wore them in their own weddings.

We asked Ben & Noelle to sing “Glory in the Highest” for the bride’s entrance because of the lyrics, because we wanted a song full of praise to God, because we wanted our guests to hear the gospel through the details.

We said “to you I promise to be faithful” as part our vows because we loved the language of that promise in the midst of a culture where faithfulness isn’t often a priority.

Our dear friend Stephen and his jazz band played live music during the cocktail hour at The Mayo. I share this because its a detail many didn’t notice because it became so loud once the room filled with people.

We purposefully chose to go upstairs to the ballroom first so that we could see everyone as they came off the elevators. Something I would do again every time. We wholeheartedly wanted to say hello to everyone that came.

Amy Ann’s adorable mom tied the bow for our cake. She just knows how to tie a good bow. It’s a silly detail, but I’ll always remember her taking the task very seriously, caring about the small detail as if it were her own cake.

We didn’t know how to do a grand exit since we were staying at The Mayo so we just asked the DJ to play “Let’s Get It On” as we left the reception because well…

My garter was worn by 3 of my bridesmaids that same summer. (Yes, 2010 was the summer we all became experts on wedding showers, bachelorette parties, and other bridesmaids’ duties.) I’m saving it for Rachel.

At the time, D was working as a full time photographer and he just happened to work for one of the best. What did this mean for us? It means our friends took our wedding pictures. It means we have approximately 436,217 pictures. I exaggerate, but we do truly have every single image that was captured that day, every unedited, candid shot. So in the spirit of sharing the little stories for our day, I’ve picked out some of my favorite candid moments. No pretty, photo-shopped, posed pictures today. I love the candid because it captures the joy of the day, it shows the people we love most in the world dancing, laughing, and celebrating what God has done.

Finally, to my precious man, I’ll follow you wherever you go as long as I live. I love you.