Not only that,Â The Guy my husband (!!) and I are moving from Ontario Canada, to California in the next couple of weeks.
Just let that sink in for a moment before I carry on with the rest of my blog post. HOLY crap.
Alright, so it all started in October/November whenÂ The Guy had a couple of interviews lined up with various companies in the bay area of California. We sat down and really discussed if this was something we really wanted to do. To make the big move. Otherwise he wouldn’t have gone down for his interviews. It seemed surreal, but I was still pretty stoked about the idea of moving there. I’ve been to California just once before in 2011 for a blogging conference, therefore I wasn’t going in completely blind.
He got the job offer and we discussed it more with our parents and decided we had nothing to lose. We kept it hush-hush for about a week before Christmas. The day we were leaving to head home to Newfoundland, we put in our 60 day notice at our apartment. It all happened quickly so I didn’t know for too long, and I didn’t have to keep it a secret for an eternity.
The GuyÂ and I have been together 8.5 years, so a marriage was inevitable. We’ve talked about us getting married for a long time.
My parents had The Guy over to the house for a chat about the big move and said that they’d like us to get married in Newfoundland because my Mom said she wasn’t missing another child get married. I just have 1 sibling, my brother got married in Ireland and we couldn’t go. We knew we’d want to get married before the move, so instead of flying back again to Newfoundland in late January, we decided to put together the wedding the week that I was home.
The incredible support system my parents have back in Newfoundland is just unbelievable. As soon as we picked up our marriage license on Christmas Eve, moments before the place closed, everything was go-go-go from there on.
The wedding was held at my parents house, in the living room. The place was deep cleaned and gutted, then decorated by some wonderful family friends of ours. My cousin is an amazing singer, so I invited her to sing as I walked down the hallway (or “aisle”) to my new husband. (HAHA I love typing that!)
The wedding was very small with 22 people in attendance. The Guy‘s parents and 1 of his 2 sisters were there. In fact, she was flying out the day before and had to change her flight. My parents, my brother and his family of 6 came, and the rest were family friends and neighbours who I’ve known my entire life.
The justice of the peace was also a long time family friend of ours who has known me since birth (photo of us three below). One funny thing about the whole ordeal was that I picked out the wedding rings and dress in four hours and still had time for a coffee with Mrs W., who came with me to pick everything out during the snowy cold day. And sweet mercy it snowed a lot this entire trip while we were trying to organize everything. 100cm (close to 40 inches) in the last 3 weeks of December, and more was coming.
It’s a good thing I packed my make up because at the last moment I threw it into my suitcase to bring home. I was thinking of giving my skin a break from wearing foundation. I brought just the basics. This “something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue” was much needed. Basically everything was borrowed. I even had to buy new underwear since I only brought brightly coloured under garments home with me. Can’t wear that under an ivory dress! I borrowed make up, jewellery, shoes and even the hair straightener from the W’s house too.
I didn’t tell any of my friends I was getting married. I called two of my best friends on the phone (both live out of province) and told them a few days before the wedding, and then the day before I texted a friend who is like a sister to me and asked her to come (photo below, with Lori). Of course, everyone was shocked since we skipped a stepÂ â€” the engagement. But the out-pour of congratulations, and support and how everything was pulled together in such a short amount of time just makes me speechless.
A few co-workers commented on it, asking why we were dressed up, if we were going out to dinner, or going to a New Years Eve fancy party. They didn’t find out until I came into work on January 2 and announced it.
About an hour before the wedding started, I got dressed and had some photos taken with my family (The Guy wasn’t there yet, so he didn’t see me). Then about 3:30 I was shoo’ed into the hallway until it was go-time.
I was surprised I wasn’t nervous. I thought I would be. In the hallway I had my two nephews as my ring boys, my brother was my maid-of-honour (lol). My Dad was feeling under the weather this Christmas so he put up a good front and walked me down the aisle in style.
This is another great photo. Seconds before I walked down the aisle I wanted to rinse my mouth out with some scope. I think I told the boys to smell my fresh breath, the older one is running away and my Dad is in mid-laugh. It’s a great little candid!
When I got to The Guy, I started giggling quietly but sort of uncontrollably. The ceremony itself was short and sweet, which is what I asked Andree (justice of the peace) to do for us. OnceÂ The Guy had to say part 1 of his vows, my waterworks started and my knees started shaking (noticeably). Candids are my fav. I think we’re giggling here, or just getting introduced after the ceremony as Mr & Mrs ____ ;) I have a new last name! Dude.
Here is one of my favourite photos of our wedding day. I couldn’t look him in the eyes because I got too emotional. I was tearing up in this picture, he’s squeezing my hand, telling me it’s okay, that I was doing well and my mascara wasn’t running. HAHA!
Our photographer was a family friend, she even made us a wedding cake!Â The Guy‘s Mom made some amazing red velvet cupcakes were quickly devoured by everyone. They were delicious.
BothÂ The Guy and I are from Newfoundland so when we fly home together we go our separate ways and stay at our parents’ place – which realistically is less than a 10 minute drive from one another. So on our wedding night, my parents got us a room together at the Sheridan Hotel where we had a beautiful view of the Harbour Front. Not only that, we were surprised with a generous gift basket full of goodies to gnaw on once we got to our room.
Here I was in my jeans getting ready to head out.
The recap is a little late coming since we both kept most of it quiet until we both had a chance to tell our work all the news. The place where I work, has got to be one of the best family-orientated places to be. It truly is the happiest, most fun place I’ve worked and I will really miss everyone there. A few people even cried when I said I was leaving, and it was heart breaking to see that.
But here’s to new adventures and new memories!
Wedding fun facts. We didn’t have a wedding rehearsal before the actual wedding. I had to say “Pardon?” a few times during the repeat-after-me vows. My wedding dress was 50% off and cost me a total of $67. My french pedicure and french shellac manicure cost me double that. My Mom cut my hair the morning of the wedding because it was looking too stringy. My wedding shoes were borrowed from my neighbours girlfriend (Hi Nicole!) – they were a bit too big so I stuffed toilet paper in the toe box!! Ring boxes were from the dollar store and I decorated it the morning of with a hot glue gun (that got all over my manicure) and some ribbon. Flowers were from costco. The bouquets and boutonniÃ¨re were put together by another neighbour, who I cannot thank enough for decorating the entire house.
The Guy‘s best friend chauffeured us around from my house, to Scott’s parents place (to say good bye to his sis as she was leaving to head back to BC the next morning) and then to our hotel. I had the hiccups pretty bad for about 45 minutes at the end of the night while we were hanging out at Scott’s parents. I’m sure this part doesn’t come as much of a shocker, we went to the McDonalds drive through, got some snacks and wouldn’t you knowÂ â€” McDonalds cured my wedding hiccups. Hilarious!
I do not apologize for the length of this blog posts, or the amount of photos. It was our amazing, beautiful, so fun, wedding day :)