January Wedding

...and in January, we're getting married.

So, I'm married. You wanna know something? The Wedding was really fun. I enjoyed the service. I didn't think that I wouldn't like it, but I've heard that the groom just waits the whole thing to be over with so that he can run back home with his bride... and count all the gift cards...

I picked the right groomsmen. I was actually kind of surprised that they got along as well as they did. Only 2 of the groomsmen knew the other, but it seemed like the guys that didn't know each other got along the best. I guess I just have crazy-dorky friends, which probably makes me a crazy-dork as well. I'm fine with that.

The service was beautiful. The songs were perfect. The vows, written by our pastor, were great. I almost cried. She almost cried. It was, without a doubt, the greatest wedding ever.

Quick side note: as my best man took the ring out of his pocket, a dollar fell out of his pocket. Not knowing how to handle the situation he quickly step on the dollar to keep it from being seen. It was too late and the happening caused the entire attendance to chuckle. Classic Trent.

Dead is the old single man and alive is a union that will last forever.