Share a memory from your wedding day!

We will be celebrating 25 years on 6/1 and I can remember the day almost perfectly! My favorite part is the church wasn't air conditioned so we had all the doors open. The best man forgot the rings so he ran out of the church to go and find them, we waited. As we waited we got to see him run past the open doors 3 times before he came back in. He first ran to the dressing room, then past us to the parking lot, and then past us again to the restrooms and finally one more quick glance at him returning to the dressing room.
He came skidding back down the isle to stand next to my dh. All he had to say was they were in his pocket the entire time!

We had a great day and that memory always makes me giggle.

we told the guys to get to the church to have time to dress, etc. they all came fully ready.. so I have a picture of the groom and his team sitting in the kindergarten sunday school room playing poker. we were both sick during our wedding and spent the first 3 days at a friends house across the country sick.. then had a week to run around new england and have fun  We've been married 37 yrs.

25 years Monday for us. I have two funny stories, both involving our flower girl.

After rehearsal the night before, sje went home with her grandparents while the rest of the bridal party went out for a drink. At the wedding, when I got to the altar, she very loudly whispered. "Are you guys going to the BAR again?"

Then, when the pastor started the service, he said Jesus Christ and the flower girl again whispered LOUDLY "You cant say Jesus Christ".

I laughed so hard and that took care of the adrenaline rush so I was steady after that.

We celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary last year. I don't know why, but we were craving a coffee after the wedding so we stopped on the way to the reception with our wedding party and all went into Tim Horton's for a coffee. We got a lot of looks.

My other memory is having a pinata for the kids at the reception and that thing would not break. Finally the best man went over and just wacked it, sending the candy flying across the hall.

We went to Las Vegas. We took both sets of parents and all of our siblings and their spouses. We all had next to each other rooms at the hotel. My husband and I were in our room which adjoined my parents room. Before the wedding we were getting ready and my father keeps tattling to my mother that we were showering and running around with no clothes on, TOGETHER, while getting ready. It was no secret that we'd been sleeping together for almost three years and all my mom and I could do was laugh at how serious he was.

I had the best wedding ever at Little Church of the West. All of the people that were important to us were there and it was small and intimate. After the ceremony we all went out on the town and partied until the wee hours.

Dh and I had just our children, aged between 19 and 28, and their partners at our wedding. We were having pictures taken outside in a very lovely garden and one series of photos were being shot in a short rectangular clearing that was lined with small fruit trees on two opposite sides.

We didn't know until we saw the pictures that the kids were hiding behind the trees and making faces at one another across the clearing. The photographer knew but didn't say anything as it was happening because everyone was having a good time and he knew he could edit them later. I kept the pictures just the way he shot them - they are the best photos from a really fun day.

My first wedding, the groom's one organizing job was to get us a limo for after the ceremony to the reception. He kept saying he knew a guy. Well, he didn't bother to try to book one until the day before the wedding. We got one, but I have a picture of it sitting at the bottom of the outside steps of the church with grey smoke billowing out of it. That's the memory I think of when I think back on that day. Smoke signals! Since it was June and I felt like I was wearing a 100 lb dress and I ended up riding backwards, in the limo that didn't have AC because of the state of the engine, I ended up getting sick on the way to the reception. My maids of honor tried to help me through it as best they could, but I was still nauseated and not feeling fantastic for the first few hours of the reception. It eventually wore off.

My second wedding (a much smaller and simplier affair), we went to pick up the cupcakes from the bakery after I got my hair done and they couldn't find the order. They promised they could whip them up before the ceremony but I had to call my sister and ask her to pick them up. Because we spent so much time looking for the order at the bakery, it threw off my schedule for the day and I ended up going with my mother to the venue. I was driving my mother's car and as I turned left on a green light out of my neighborhood, a car ran the cross red light and side swiped us all the way down the passenger side in my mother's 3 month old, brand new car. By the time we exchanged info (another story that I'll type out another time), we were VERY late. I was supposed to spend the time before the ceremony getting photos done with my husband. But since I didn't show up in time, we had to do it all after the ceremony and we missed 2/3rds of our reception. We got married in a movie theatre so after the reception we bought tickets to a movie and sat there with me in my dress and him in his tux eating popcorn and candy.

We'll celebrate our 30th this summer! Congratulations on your 18th anniversary, @missjen and @queenofthsloths! And on your upcoming 20th, lisae !

I have 2 favorite memories - one from the wedding, and one from the reception (well, several from the reception, but I'll just mention one). When I was at the back of the church about to walk down the aisle with my Dad, I looked up to the front of the church at my Mom in the first pew just as she turned to look. (This was in the lull between the prelude music and the wedding processional, so no one else was turned in our direction yet.) My Mom's face held a transfixed look of joy and I saw happy tears in her eyes, and I immediately lost it with my own happy tears (I cry easily - see the other thread on that subject, LOL). The music then started, and as hard as it was I HAD to look away from my Mom to keep from creating a total spectacle of myself. I did not want to be a crying bride walking down the aisle (even though I knew they were happy tears)! Because I promise you, if I had kept looking at my Mom, the tears would've been rolling. So afterward I apologized to her that I had to look away and told her why - she understood.

Another favorite memory is that we were so busy talking, visiting with guests, eating dinner, dancing, etc. during the reception that we didn't even get to eat our pieces of cake (which we had specially chosen because it was chocolate with chocolate mousse filling). Some nice person - no idea who - saved us each a generous slice and had them boxed up and waiting for us in our honeymoon suite. Well, we were leaving at 5 or 6 AM to get to the airport for our honeymoon, and didn't even get back to the suite until around 2 AM so I remember us both diving into that cake in the wee hours after the reception and after-party! Never has chocolate cake tasted so good!

ETA: 1) Congratulations to the others celebrating anniversaries too! 2) We did get a tiny taste of the cake when we cut it and gave each other a bite (no cake-face smashing took place), but did not get our own pieces at that time.

My (now ex) and I dated 5 months before we got married. He was the only one in his family who lived in this state, and prior to our wedding, I had only met one of his brothers, just a few days before when he came into town for Christmas.

Our wedding was intimate (30 people) and held in a Pike Place Market BnB. I wore a pretty dress, but it was not a wedding dress. As our guests arrived before the ceremony, I was in the living room greeting them all. The brother I had met, his girlfriend, and my husband’s mom arrived and I greeted them as well...not sure where my soon-to-be husband was. After a few minutes of chatting, my husband’s mom asks me “who I am,” in a blunt, not super nice way. More like a “who the hell are you chatting away with us and why?” Awkward as hell. 

Otherwise it was a lovely day

From my first, formal wedding (and short-lived marriage) all I remember it that it was 93 degrees (it very rarely is that warm in Seattle in June) in the NOT air-conditioned mansion we rented, and I had a heavy 7 layer petticoat under my Cinderella style ball gown dress. Everyone melted that day.

This memory isn't funny even after 33 years, but the first thing that popped in my mind was when my husband and I cut the cake.  I had asked him not to shove it.  His family was standing there yelling "Shove it in, shove it in!!"  I told him "Don't you dare."  Of course he shoved it, so far into my throat it hit my gag reflex and I choked in the back room for the next 20 minutes, while my aunt, a nurse, helped me relax my gag reflex with tea and massaging my throat.

Needless to say, I told my husband that was the first and last time he would be listening to his family over me, if he wanted to stay married.  And my family, which was a bit more "refined" than husband's family, was fairly disturbed by the whole thing. They already felt I was marrying "beneath" myself and that did not bode well for DH for a long time.

The second memory that pops in my mind is that Dh's cousin, who had graduated from an art and photography college, offered to do our wedding photos as her gift to us.  I can tell you when I was coming down the aisle, some friends took photos so I was able to see his cousin putting film in her camera at the time.  Suffice to say, having her do the photos was a bad idea.  The best photos we got were by my mom's friend and her Kodak.  Cousin took the photos from the floor up, and took 90% Dh's family, 9% our friends and guests and 1% my family.  My grandmother is half cut off in the group photo with our grandparents.

I could go on but I won't.  It's really a miracle we have lasted 33 years given that start.

I'm separated now but I'll still chime in    

When I was married in Las Vegas in 1997 I wore a traditional wedding dress with a long train ... after the ceremony we had to go through the casino to the limo for our tour for photos ... this dude said to me in the casino "Nice dress!"   

The whole day was just a lot of fun ... we stopped at a convenience store in the limo for more drinks!   

(There was 12 of us)

Will be celebrating 35 years in June.
My wedding day ended up pretty sad.
My mom ruptured a disc in her back, had to be carried down the isle laid on the front pew, got married, called ambulance for her she was rushed to hospital. Got pictures of cutting cake, opening one gift, tossed bouquet, garter and left for hospital.

First wedding: My oldest sister was my Matron of Honor. About 2 in the afternoon her a$$ of a husband went on a rampage and told her if she was in the wedding he would burn all the furniture in the house and other things and she was forbidden to come. No one ever knew what set him off. Huge family drama followed with her crying, me crying, my mother mad as hell, his parents coming to the home and telling him WTH and .....ended up she came, was in wedding, everyone put on happy face and had a wedding. (Unfortunately she is still married to him.)

Second wedding (We just celebrated 47 years on April 8th)
We were scheduled to get married on Saturday at 1 PM. On the Wednesday prior to the wedding, DH had his first kidney stone. He was put in hospital with heavy pain Rx waiting for it to pass. It didn't so the doctor told him he would "go get the stone" so that we could be married. Dr. said, "He won't be good for a honeymoon, but I can remove the stone." DH was released from hospital on Saturday morning. The procedure to get the stone left him passing large blood clots and having intense pain. Wedding was rescheduled for Monday. Bakery: "We are closed on Mondays."
Saturday I rushed to nearby Target bakery to see if a cake could be prepared by Monday. Clerk looked at me like, "And how pregnant are you?" I told her my tale of woe and she was only too happy to get us a cake by Monday afternoon. Monday morning we got the license. We were only inviting siblings and parents to the wedding, but they had traveled across the state so were in town for the wedding. Sunday and Monday DH continued to be in horrible pain and pass blood clots. We were married and our "honeymoon" was a trip to the urologist on Tuesday morning.
On a side note: That kidney stone was the first of about 25-30 stones (we stopped counting).

Our 49th anniversary is in 2 weeks.

After we said our vows, we turned to go down the aisle. My DH leaned in and softly said something to me. Our photographer captured the exact moment on film. It’s no exaggeration to say that over the next few years whenever we saw people that were at our wedding, they would ask “we’ve just got to know! What did he say to you?”

The answer? He said “Don’t forget your flowers” (my maid of honor was holding my bouquet while we said our vows.) And then he said “be careful, don’t trip”. (The church alter was up a dozen or so steps that we had to go back down.)

That’s it. Word for Word. Everyone looks so crestfallen when they find out it was nothing romantic, but it cracks us up. Truth be told, forty-nine years later and he’s still looking out for me.