
That afternoon, we walked through the city hand in hand. We ate at a little Indian restaurant for lunch (I LOVE Indian food. In real life, I talk about Indian food 95% of the day. I think I was Indian in a past life). After lunch, we headed back to the hotel for our wedding cake. I remember feeling head over heels in love with Johnny. I guess most people probably feel this way on their wedding day, but it was like I was seeing him through new eyes. I was going to spend the rest of my life with this man. We were going to start a family together. I suddenly realized that I was an incredibly lucky person. I had the privilege of marrying my very best friend. What an amazing and beautiful thing.
We were married, but our trip wasn't over yet. We rode the light rail (it smelled like a zoo), attempted to visit a wax museum in the ghetto (we didn't know it was in the ghetto until we got there), and we were even approached to buy meth from some guy on the street (um...no thank you). Good times, good times.
It really was an amazing trip. An amazing experience. I was so glad that I had John by my side. I wouldn't have done it with anyone else.
4 comments:
Great wedding story! I love how you did it in installments.
beautiful.
Awww.
So sweet!
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