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August 11, 2009
club wed:
Yes! We Did!
Lots of things can happen in 14 months—two Superbowls, a World Series, the rise and fall of a tender-loving family of 10, and the changing of the political landscape in America. But none of those is as personal as my Big. Fat. Spanish wedding. Et voila, some more pics for your viewing pleasure.
Xoxoxo and from now on you can call me señora.
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Mama Bear made it very clear that the prettiest brides are the ones with the largest smiles. That’s me! Here I am making the grand entrance to the church on time.
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…more smiling!!!…
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Doing the deed. Our priest conducted the mass in both Spanish and English. Our guests were shocked—shocked—at the fact that a bilingual matrimonial mass with three a-maze-ing solos from MOH, my sissy, only took an hour.
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Here comes the bride. We got an fof (friend of the fam) to bring us from a marina to the reception. It was faboosh. We drank Moet and boogied to Madonna with our siblings before toasting with all of our special guests.
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Smoochie. Smoochie.
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That there is the second most important person of the Big Day, mama bear. Doesn’t she look amazing!?! My mom was so beyond instrumental in creating the magic. Thanks, mommy. I love you. She’s on deck there with Husband’s dad.
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Who are the best guys? My dad-e-o and the huzbee.
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How amazing is my hair? It is a modern take on the traditional, regional ’do from Husband’s hometown in Espana. It is all custom and held together with those amazing posts.
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"The Best is Yet to Come." That was our first dance. And the sentiment is true.
Posted by Jenna at 1:13 p.m.
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