What A Wonderful World

Before long, my mom found me and told me it was time to wrap things up and make our big exit.  She asked if we wanted to keep the night going, offering to pay the crazy-expensive overtime fees for the DJ, valet, and caterer.  But Jeff and I looked at each other and knew that we were done.  It had been a wonderful, perfct day, and we were both exhausted.  We gave the ok to the DJ to announce the last song.

Our friends ran to put our overnight bags in our getaway car as Jeff and I made our way to the dance floor for the last song. As we had planned, the DJ played "What a Wonderful World," and I was surprised that nearly every guest came out to dance.  As Jeff and I swayed together, holding each other close, and our friends and family surrounded us, each dancing with their loves, the depth of the moment fully hit me.  The love surrounding us overwhelmed me, and I closed my eyes and leaned into Jeff, taking it all in.  It was absolutely surreal, and I was completely, utterly, perfectly happy.

When the song ended, all of our guests lined up at the exit, tubes of bubbles in hand.  Jeff and I held hands and made our way through clouds of bubbles, rows of smiles, and a chorus of cheers.

We reached the car, which our bridal party had decorated with the ubiquitous cans, bows, and "just married" writing, and turned to wave goodbye to everyone. 

 
I hugged my parents and sister one last time

and then Jeff lifted me into the car. 

As we drove away we rolled down the windows to wave to everyone and heard them cheering all the way down the driveway. 

I took Jeff's hand, squeezed it, and all I could say was "Wow."