Wedding: Jenna and Matt

It was wedding day, finally. A flurry of activity. Frantic phone calls. Giddy bridesmaids. The bride was beautiful, as would be expected, and proceeded through the chaos with an ecstatic joy that could be marred by nothing. She was getting married and the glow was tangible.

The girls giggled, danced, primped, and sang.

The guys sat around pretending to be cool, but the suit jackets really weren't comfortable (no matter how dashing they looked).

The ring bearer and flower girl played on the winding stair case, caught between the incoming guests below and the bridal preparations above.

But in the middle of it all, there she was: getting married.















When the time finally came to put on the last minute touches and head down the aisle, Jenna was still a poised, serenely beautiful bride waiting for her groom. It was her bridesmaids, though, that caught the nervous butterflies.

"My stomach just flopped," said one. "I don't think I can do this!"

Another distracted herself by playing with the flower girl's basket, fidgeting with the handle and obviously wishing herself safely down the aisle without tripping.



And then it happened... it started...and soon it was over...







No one tripped, everyone said what they were supposed to ...when they were supposed to...and then they were married. Just. like. that.




But the fun had only just begun. The reception was party central, thanks to a fabulous DJ, a wonderful crew of decorators, and (my personal favorite) lots of pink.







And, yes, I finally witnessed an all-out, no-holds-barred, undeniably fun...cake smash.







(What you don't see is that mother of the groom somehow ended up in between their shenanigans as they ran around the room, wildly waving clumps of cake toward each other. And, yes, she got a face full of cake too.)





I left out the part about the way her dad looked at her as they headed down the aisle. O so sweet.

I didn't have a chance to tell you how I choked up and cried as the emcee told the story of their love, and how they made it from coworkers to married. Their endurance through the years and their triumph at finally getting married.

I guess I could tell you about the support network of friends and family that poured themselves into Jenna and Matt, and made the day that much more beautiful.

I can't forget the way Bryson looked at his mom and told her she's beautiful.

But all told, the point is that Jenna and Matt are married. And it was beautiful.