A little more than four months ago was the fastest day of my life with more instants piled up than I could ever sort through in my mind. Happily we’ve recently received our wedding photos from the incredibly talented, ridiculously fun, and positively awesome Vick Photography. It’s taken me weeks to pluck out my favorites from the over 1000, but here they are, shining like the marbles that make it to the surface of a bowl. They gleam better than my words, and I hope they catch in your eye, and remind you of the gift we’ve all been given, of real love.

The main thing I remember clearly from the rehearsal is seeing Walker walking across the street toward the church, dashing in his suit.

My little sisters, three musketeers, best friends: I love you, Em.

And everything the next day, our wedding day, melds into my veil blowing directionless, holding onto Walker with shaky legs, and being so completely filled with joy that all I saw was his face, the whole day. This is only a palmful of the photos, but I'll let them gleam away.

I walked into the church to the handsomest man in the world,

and walking toward him was the best moment of my life (apologies if you're tired of this from the last post.)

And just like that, I had a new family, a new name,

and we were married. Mr. and Mrs.

For the rest of life, home is between these hands.

What can I say, we're meant for each other.

A wedding's joy flows so much from the path to get there, and the joy of those who have shared it. We are so, so blessed in our families.

and my dudettes (from left: my sister-in-law, sister, and friend Kelly---whose laugh, by the way, is gold).

My dad wrote me a poem

which made me cry.

And my sister made a speech,

and we laughed

and were silly.

Emily Post would be pleased we used forks instead of shoving cake at each other.

The room was full of those we love and are loved by. Most of these girls and I have been together since we were born.

Our mutual friends came from Northern Ireland. Everyone that met them agreed: they're awesome.

We both come from large families. All of my mom's 9 siblings were there,

and loads of my cousins, including my cousin Andrew who made quite the trek between his military duties.

All 5 of Walker's mom's siblings came (somehow I didn't copy that photo, though. Bummer.). Here is Walker's dad's family from Alabama.

Our wedding must have won an award for farthest distances traveled to a wedding, because friends came from Arizona and Pittsburgh, Vietnam(!), Georgia, Ohio, North Carolina, Maine, New Hampshire, Florida, Texas, Massachusetts, New Jersey, Maryland, Minnesota, Wisconsin, New York, Connecticut, Michigan, Mississippi, and the United Kingdom. Here are some of the college girls. I miss you all!

My sister, maid-of-honour extraordinaire, made all the ribbon wands for our exit.

We hopped in a limo and headed for the city.

Yes, all of the following photos are real; there was no fake city or taxi inserted behind us. We wandered the city with our photographer who chased taxis and climbed light-posts to get these. Wicked fun.

If you want to feel like a celebrity, walk through Times Square on Saturday night (rather, wade through the mobs) in wedding attire. We're talking hundreds of point-and-shoots pointed and shooting. One guy even begged us to kiss for him.

and its outskirts.

I realize now I have no photos here of our fabulous musicians (cello trio came from Pittsburgh, bagpiper friend, fiddler), or of the table decor. And although our cake was supposed to have a striped grosgrain ribbon, and not everyone we wanted to could make it, the day was perfect. It was perfect, because of what He had done for us.

We love being in love. We love being married.

The past four months have been the best.