That night Jeremy and I decide to take a little walk together. We start thinking about dates and Jeremy tells me that he would like a long engagement. He wants to save some more money so we can start planning our lives together. I wanted a Christmas Wedding. This has always been my most favorite time of year. It always seems so magical to me...like anything can happen. We decide we better hold off on a Christmas Wedding, as this wouldn't be fair for most of his family. Most of his relatives live in Utah or Arkansas. Most of my family is here. We soon decide on February 4th 2006. Mind you this was July of 2004 when he proposed. I was ready now! I already knew what colors and flowers I wanted. I was super excited to start dress shopping even though the wedding was nearly two years away! Our vacation quickly comes to an end and it is now time to go home. Yay...I can finally show off my ring to everyone!
The months go by and the wedding plans begin. Jeremy tells me I can do whatever I want. That it is my day. I tried to have him be more involved. It wasn't that he didn't care, I guess it's just called being a guy. Jeremy never has been much of a shopper...even though he is more picky then I. He probably wouldn't admit this, but trust me, he is. Jeremy likes plain things and well I tend to like things that pop and shine. BLING is an essential color (I think). I have already picked out my dress by this point. I wasn't the type to sit around and wait. My younger sister, Michelle is actually the one who picked my dress out. We purchased this from David's Bridal. I remember trying this on and I knew it was the one. My Mom starts crying of course. I am in love and I can't wait for our BIG DAY. It seems like the next months wanted to drag on, but then before I knew it, our BIG day had finally arrived. It is February 3rd. The night before our wedding. My stomach is in knots as we run through the dress rehearsal. Jeremy is just as calm as he can be. We have our dress rehearsal dinner at the church. Afterwards I make my way back upstairs to help with decorating the sanctuary. I want everything to be perfect. My Mom is into bows...always has been. Me...not so much. Everything seems perfect until I look up and what do I see hanging from the Baptismal? A BIG UGLY BOW smack dab in the middle. I make a little fuss over this...hoping someone will take this down. I didn't want to be Bridezilla...after all it was just a bow. I did hate it though. I take a few more looks around and realize we need more candle holders and candles. Our wedding was to start at 5:30 the next evening. My best friend, Amy and I decide we had better make a trip to Wally World. We were there for literally 3 hours. We finally make it back to the church and make the last minute arrangements. I still can't get that BIG bow out of my mind. I just want the thing down. It does not match! My mom assures me we will take this down before tomorrow. That night I stayed at my parents house and my younger sister, Michelle asks if I want to have a sleep over in her room. We talked and laughed for a little while and she asks if I am nervous. By this point I am fine and just looking forward to what tomorrow has to bring. She nods off and I am laying there wide awake. Too much on mind as I wonder what the next months and years will be like. I start to cry, not because I am sad, but simply because I will miss these conversations and moments spent with my sister and parents. Jeremy and I had purchased a house in October of 2005, but Jeremy and I did not move in together. He was living there by himself. So that night would officially be the last night at my parents house. I thought about this for awhile and wondered how different this would be. I would now be responsible for my own mortgage. I was growing up, getting married and leaving my parents nest.
Morning comes and I cannot believe that I am getting married. I will be Mrs. Jeremy Welch. I remember how weird it felt telling everyone that Jeremy was my fiancé. How much more weird would it be saying this is my husband? It took awhile to sink in. It's funny all the stages you go through in one's life. baby, child, teenager, young adult, adult, girlfriend/boyfriend...you catch my drift. I go for my hair appointment and make all the necessary preparations like any Bride would do. My girls are right there with me. My older sister, Nichole, My younger sister, Michelle, My cousin Kristin and my best friend, Amy. We take our pictures and now we are down to the last five minutes. Everyone is acting goofy. I guess they were trying to keep me from being nervous. I was fine. 5:30 is now here and it is time to get this party started! My Dad meets me at the front of the church. He too asks if I am nervous and I tell him no. I am more excited then anything. The wedding party is now all in place and the doors open for me to come in. Everyone stands up, but all I can see is that BIG DAMN BOW! Finally I fixate my eyes on Jeremy. Does he seriously have tears in his eyes? Dad and I make our way up the aisle. Everyone with the exception of my cousin Kristin and the Groomsmen are all crying. This includes Jeremy. I am whispering to everyone under my breathe "stop it" Pastor Dale asks who gives this woman? My Dad answers and now Jeremy and I are hand in hand. I again mumble under my breathe "Stop it" this was all while gritting my teeth. How is it that I was a wreck the night before and now I am fine? Jeremy was the one who was a mess. He wasn't balling or anything like that. I guess he realized how fast his life was quickly coming to an end...haha!
We go throughout the ceremony and Jeremy finally has clear eyes. It is times for our vows. We each repeat after our Pastor, Dale. Dale looks out into the crowd and says he now pronounces us husband and wife. Holy Crap! I am now married! Yahoooooooo! Jeremy may kiss his bride! We make our way slowly back down the aisle. Our life as Mr. and Mrs. Welch has just begun.
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