I got to be the princess and I married the prince.I'm sorry I can't give you more pictures, but my scanner is broken, so I can't get them in the computer. I pulled this picture from a past blog post.
It was September 8, 1973. It was a beautiful sunny day with just the right temperature. A little warm, but nothing too hot and humid. Believe it or not, I was 18 years old and my hubby was 21. When I think back now, I can't believe I got married that young. Also looking back now, I wouldn't change a thing.
We got married at my family church. My mom and dad were even married there. It was a beautiful ceremony and as we stood in the back of the church waiting to walk down the aisle, my dad asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. He said we could just as easily walk out the door as walk down the aisle. I said I was sure and up we went.
One of the most memorable moments of that day was after the wedding and we were coming out of the church. It was just our luck that our wedding day was the day picked for the old YMCA to be torn down across the street. We walked out of the church and stopped in the doorway and kissed and down came the building. It was really pretty awesome.
Back in the early 70's, the parents pretty much planned the wedding. My parents were Polish, so we had a Polish wedding. If you have never been to one, they are the best. Great food, a polka band and a great time. I loved every minute of it and would love to have had it all on video like they do today.
So yeah, I had my dream wedding and I wouldn't have changed a thing!