Just another example in my long line of evidence that flower girls secretly conspire to ruin weddings.
My husband and I were married on Valentine's Day as part of a group wedding ceremony. After the ceremony we were getting pictures taken with the judge when someone taking pictures told us to "smooch". This is the resulting photo that my sister took. It is our favorite wedding photo. I included a URL with a story about the ceremony.
Sorry judge, your jurisdiction does't extend to smooch law.
I was never the little girl who dreamed of her perfect wedding day. I was a tom boy - who loved to canoe. Somehow the idea of canoeing down the "aisle" stuck. And it was pretty freakin' amazing.
Did you resist the urge to go all Pocahontas in "Just Around the Riverbend?" Because I would have totally just started paddling like mad and been all, "you don't own me, world!"