Eight years ago today, Mr. Jenners and I were married. For our anniversary, I thought it would be fun to remember our wedding day and share some thoughts about what I’d do differently and what would stay the same.
- I would have asked for more of the mini hot dogs and chocolate-dipped strawberries to be saved for me to eat. Although I did have the foresight to write into the catering contract that some of the mini hot dogs served during the cocktail hour were to be saved and served to the bride, I only got three! And I barely got any of the chocolate-covered strawberries that we paid extra for! (It was one of our big splurges … we have our priorities!) If I could go back, I would ask for an entire tray of mini hot dogs and at least four chocolate covered strawberries. (Mr. Jenners could ask for what he wants too … I’m just talking about what I want for myself.)
- I would not spend so much money on flowers. Flowers ended up being our second biggest wedding expense, and both Mr. Jenners and I agree that it was money NOT well spent. Erin over at Tesori Trovati had the coolest post about flowerless weddings the other day, and I so would have gone this route if I had known about it.
- I would told the photographer to just leave early and get the HELL OUT! I had very mixed feelings about our photographer. On the one hand, he was dirt cheap and the photos came out wonderfully. (We paid under $300 and got all our negative and 5×7 prints of every photo he took.) However, the photographer himself was … um … how shall I say this nicely? … a bit lacking in social skills. Not only did I hear him making comments during a serious point in the ceremony, but he had this walking cane and was galumphing everywhere during our first dance in the most distracting manner possible. He also felt he was “one of the guests” and was always coming up and talking to us and making comments about this and that until we told our best man to “tip him so he’ll leave.” (It didn’t work … he wanted to stay and practice with his new digital camera.) But perhaps I should have expected this when we first met him in his “studio” (his living room that looked like a scene out of Hoarders) where he wore a wife beater, boxers and was listening to a police scanner the entire time.
- I would have fought harder for a better first dance song. To say that Mr. Jenners and I are completely incompatible musically is the understatement of the century. Simply put, he has appalling taste in music and tends to choose music based on how the singers look. At the time of our wedding, he liked Britney Spears. Need I say more? I tend to have more eclectic taste in music and do such shocking things as listen to music based on how it sounds. It was a bitter battle to find “our song” to play for our first dance, and we ended up compromising so much that we picked a song that neither of us love and neither one of us can ever remember the title of. In the interests of research, I found out it is I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden. I was also vetoed on my idea to walk down the aisle together to The Peanuts Theme.
What you don’t see is the photographer about 1 foot away
galumphing about with his cane and yakking away!
- Marry the man who puts up with all my shenanigans, loves me as I am, provides for our little family with
relativelylittle complaint and co-created the most wonderful little boy in the world. I love you, Mr. Jenners! Happy Anniversary!
Loving my husband for 8+ years despite my continuous complaints about him on my blog,
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