Weddingmoon Part 2

**I'm a dork. I just finished this post and realized that I posted a lot of the same pictures as in "part 1". But this time I put captions on 'em so I'm leaving them!


I got scolded for my lack of narrating in "part 1" but I was pinched for time and wanted to get a post out so I skimped on the actual blogging. I'll do better this time.


Lets start with the 2 classy brides. We said we didn't need to go to Hawaii to find the blowhole (sorry mom!).


The beach was scattered with Kukui nuts (the nut that leis are made of) and when we had finished with our "I do's" and photos, we gathered some sand from this very spot along with some of the nuts to give to our mothers (and some for ourselves). I also collected some seashells from the beach that Michael's sister got married at to put in the jar that we gave their mom.

Playing with the effects on our camera. We have since got a great photo editing software program and will take the time to edit all our wonderful photos from the most beautiful day of my life.

I asked him if he could carry me, I should've thought before I spoke (we got some great shots even though the waves almost carried us away!)

Married.

I could not (and still can't) stop kissing this man!

I wore a plumeria in my hair every day that we were in Hawaii.

Our Hawaiian prayer. Michael's hands encompassed mine as a symbol that he will protect me and be my strength. And he is. As we recited our vows, I thought of no truer words. We have been through sickness and health. We've been richer and poorer. We've been through good times and bad. We've already been living our vows, listening to them knowing we've already been honoring them was an incredible and overwhelming feeling.

Our last photo before we said our "I do's"

The wedding party. Me, Michael, Michael's niece Courtney, our new niece Ashley, Michael, Jacquie (Michael's sister), and family friend Chris (who everyone calls Charlie for some reason) who is stationed at Pearl Harbor.

Making it legal. I decided to change my middle name (Ann) to my maiden name. I'll never forget the twinge of sadness in my dads voice when I got married (the first time) and he and I no longer shared the Borton name. I didn't want to hyphen my name but it never occurred to me that I could do something else with my name. When I lost him less than a year later, the feeling became a constant regret. Ann was just a filler middle name (it didn't belong to my great-grandmother or anything) so I took this opportunity to honor my dad.