Don't Snot on Me

I'm sharing a silly and happy memory from my wedding day. It's a story that I promised you all a while back. I know, you probably don't remember me promising you this, but I did and so I'm sharing it today.

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Hubs used to be the more emotional of the two of us. Now, I cry all the time, at every damn thing, but back when we were first together, it was all him.


As soon as I started walking down the aisle, Hubs started tearing up.

He was mouthing "I love you" and trying not to cry.

Me, I was thinking "Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip."

His crying continued through our ceremony. I was laughing at him and wiping his tears away. Which he told me to stop doing because then people would know he was crying. Sorry, Hubs, everyone knew it anyway!

At one point, we were kneeling down across from each other, at the prayer bench, holding hands, with the pastor's hand on top of ours.

All the crying caught up to Hubs at this point and he starts snotting.

Big time.

LONG snot string hanging out of his nose and he can't wipe it away because the pastor's hand is on top of our hands.


When I say long, I mean that it was hanging out of his nose and practically touching the pastor's hand.

So, Hubs starts moving his head a little, swinging the snot back and forth.

I'm cracking up laughing at this point, though my back is to most of the church, so most people the ones who don't know me at all, think that I'm crying because I'm shaking THAT hard.  But, those who knew me, knew better and knew I was laughing.

I'm also hissing, "Don't you dare get that snot on my beautiful dress."

We still have no idea what the pastor said during that prayer. Even when we watch the video, we're too busy laughing at the snot- which you can clearly see, since the video is zoomed in on us and the snot stands out against the background of the pastor's black robe.


I only wish that I could get my hands on that video so that I could show you. Maybe when I dig it out of whatever box we tossed it into when we moved five months ago recently, I will post it.


When I think about our wedding ceremony, it's what I remember the most: the SNOT.


Aren't I a romantic?