We decided to get married where Andy grew up in Kentucky. We only had 18 people at our wedding. No, that is not a typo. I didn’t forget a “1”. Not “118”, but EIGHTEEN. Including us and the priest. All of us spent the weekend together and it really was fabulous – just our parents, siblings, and grandparents. The only non-immediate family was my BFF and her husband. It was one of the quickest Catholic ceremonies EVER. And then we all enjoyed some great food and drinks in Andy’s parents’ backyard (shown below). It did start to rain (sign of good luck!) so we moved the party inside for most of the evening.
That Sunday morning we headed off to a wonderful honeymoon…the big splurge! More on that next week.