part four: reception

We danced to our first song, That's All by Frank Sinatra, immediately after our entrance. It worked out well instead of trying to do it while everyone was already eating and chatting.

We had an appetizer buffet because I'm not a large fan of sitdown dinners. The food is never as good as what you pay for and the reception lulls itself into a food coma. So we stuffed appetizers (delicious) down our throats and started to make the rounds. The toasts were great and appropriately included K-State apparel.

I danced with my dad to Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman. (Click at your own risk. Tearjerker!)

We danced. And danced. And danced. The DJ even extended his time by 45 minutes because our group just kept on dancing. Especially my mom. Isn't she cute?

And then we drove away, and it was all over faster than I wanted. Everything didn't go exactly as planned despite my charts and graphs. But I can honestly say that not one of them mattered. What they tell you is true - all that mattered at the end of the day was Shea and I. Husband and wife.

Read the rest of the story: part 1: it begins, part 2: red shoes, part 3: the big day