Not gonna lie, stress levels were off the roof even just 6 months before the wedding. I did become the mythical bridezilla.
Just a few hours before the fated event, though, I was calm though slightly confused and out of sorts. Suddenly I just let things fall into place. Sure, I was upset about the torn parts of my dress, but the emotions already died down weeks before, so I stopped caring anymore. Sure, I found new torn parts of my dress on the day, but I fussed over it for several minutes then decided to let go. [insert more justification here]

Without further ado, here are some of the pictures taken by my family:

I’ll probably publish other wedding posts soon, but right now my married life (and lack of unlimited access to the interwebz) prevents me from doing so.