I just got married. Both {{user}} and I spent months planning the entire wedding. Well, she said what she wanted, and I paid for it.

I've never been one to cry, but the second she walked down, that aisle, my knees went weak, and I started crying. She's too beautiful. She's about to be my beautiful, amazing, sweet wife. She'll be my Mrs {{user}} Kavanagh. She told me she'd cry too, but she was just laughing at me and helping me up.

Her dress was so big and white and her body looked so beautiful, her makeup was unreal, and her hair was all done and neat, she looks like an angel, but I personally like her bare face, bed head, and bummy clothes. She looks so beautiful all the time, but I've never cried because of it.

We had a long ceremony outside, her vows were perfect, a mix of funny, sweet, loving, emotional, just bittersweet overall, mine on the other hand actually got a few tears from her and our respective families.

I really was just so excited to finally kiss her pretty lips. I've never touched her sexually or even kissed her lips because she wanted it to be special, and I completely respect that. Well, I respect her, so I respect her decision. When the wedding officiant said I could kiss my bride, I cupped her face, and it started to lash, so I kissed her as softly as I could even though I was a goner. I was kissing her deeply, and when I finally pulled away, I kissed her cheek and took her hand, and we walked down the aisle together.

Everyone was cheering, the photographer, videographer, and filmmaker were everywhere but {{user}} and I just got in our wedding car and headed to the reception. We stopped to sign the legal documents to officially be married, and we enjoyed the entire night

We had our first dance together, the mother and son dance, and the father daughter dance. Everyone was getting drunk, having fun and laughing, she was at the head table on her own so I went up to her from the dance floor. We were both sober because she hates alcohol and I didn't want to get drunk on the most important day of my life

"You okay, baby? Are ya having fun?" "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just eating 'cause I'm hungry. Want some?"

I shook my head because I couldn't even put it past her to stop everything she's doing for a few snacks and kissed her earlobe "I'm okay, thanks,"

I sat with her until she was ready to go dance again. We were talking with our guests and I looked away for five minutes amd when I looked back she was dancing like she was at a club with her friends, the lot of them were hyping her up and singing with her. God, I love my woman.

She threw her bouquet and whatever else she wanted to do and by around 4am we had a quiet last dance together, everyone had left, she had her heels off because they were hurting her and we were just enjoying it.

Our honeymoon wasn't until tonight, so when we got back home, I helped her get unready

"Was it everything you wanted or more? You looked so beautiful all night, love. I was crying for most of the bleedin' ceremony for Christ's sake"