The Wedding

On May 11, 1991, we got married. It was a fairy tale wedding. We got married in the oldest church in Princeton, NJ... the Trinity Church. It was beautiful. The warm glow of candlelight filled the church along with the sun gleaming through the stained glass. I never had a moment of doubt as I walked down the aisle with my mom and dad on each side. Everything was perfect. I was marring the man I loved, my soul mate.

After we tied the knot, we were whisked away in a horse and carriage along the streets. People were waving and honking. It was truly the best part of the day because I had my new husband to myself with nobody to bother us.

We were finally delivered to the reception, which was held at an amazing old mansion, which is now home the Boys Choir of Princeton. After pictures on the lawn with our families, we finally enjoyed a scrumptious meal prepared by Brian's dad. He was an amazing chef. We danced and enjoyed the company of our guests til late into the evening.

Even though we spent way more money on the wedding that we should have, looking back today, I would have done nothing different.