Today we met with Chaplain Larry who will marry us.
Let me just start off by saying, do not meet with your chaplain in a Starbucks in the middle of a Randalls grocery store if you are a big fat crybaby. I suppose the fact that we quickly read through our vows, holding hands and staring into each eyes whilst a barista brewed someone's latte is payback for me teasting Lonn about how he'll be crying harder than me at the wedding.
And as we sat, holding hands, exchanging rings, and sort-of vows I started crying.
Em.ber.ass.ing. I guess we know who's really going to need the hanky! Great...how do you hold a hanky AND a bouquet?
But, Chaplain Larry is fantastic. so funny.
;-)
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