Once everything else was out of the way, it was time for the best part of weddings – the reception. The speeches given by my maid of honor, Jeff’s best man, and my dad were wonderful- better than I could have ever imagined (you can get a glimpse of them here). My dad brought out a German wedding cup during his toast and presented it to Jeff and I. It had been given to my parents before their wedding, so it was really special to have that passed down. We don’t have too many heirlooms or traditions in our family, so I really appreciate the ones we do.
The dances were lovely, but they seemed to last forever! Maybe it’s because I’m such an awkward dancer. Jeff and I danced to “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds, and my dad and I to “The Rhythm of the Rain” by The Cascades. We ate, and the part-ay started. Jeff and I spent most of the wedding walking around saying hello to our guests, and we occasionally made an appearance in the photo booth. I’m beyond glad we did was get a photo booth. I love that we have photos of all of our guests at the wedding that we wouldn’t have had otherwise. I’m going to attenmpt to make an album of all the photos!
One of our roommates from Denmark made the trip all the way over from Copenhagen to spend our special day with us. Can you believe it!? We decided to surprise Jeff with an old Danish wedding tradition – his groomsmen, Flemming our Danish friend, and his dad lifted him up and cut off the toes off his socks. I’m not quite sure what the exact symbolism is, but from what I understand, it means he isn’t able to run away. Sorry Jeff, you’re stuck with me.
It was quite the crazy reception, and by 10pm, I was pooped. There was still an hour left, and so I grabbed 2 pieces of cake – one chocolate, and one strawberry vanilla, and hung out with my mom while stuffing my face. I’m a classy bride, what can I say.