Dena Tyson Fans

So we made big plans to try and do this thing the way we wanted to do it, the two of us. We eloped and headed for Las Vegas. 

The night before,  we sat up laughing and talking in anticipation of our day and I even had myself a glass of wine.  Y'all know I don't drink so that knocked me out before I could even finish the glass. 

I knew how beautiful I was going to look.  My dress was non-traditional... short, just below the knee.  It was silk at the top with spaghetti straps, and tapered at the waist, the rest was lace layered all the way down.  The final piece was a little lace jacket that stopped at the waist ,short sleeved and buttoned down the back with little pearl buttons.  I imagined my hair and make-up, I was perfect.

The next morning... the day of our wedding the phone rang.  There we were lying across the bed knocked out cold.  We whudd't worth two dead flies, you hear me!  I answered the phone and it was the limo driver and the call went something like this...

"Hello...?"

"Good morning... this is the limo driver?"

"Yes, good morning how are you?"

"... uhm, are you still getting married?"

"Oh yes of course?"  (thinking to myself what is wrong with this fool?)

"Well the wedding is at 9:00 and I'm suppose to take you to the courthouse to get your license first, I've been down stairs waiting for you and thought I'd give you a call."

"Well what time is it now...?"

"9:00..."

"Ok we're on our way right now." My first thought was (oh shit..!!!!) but y'all know I didn't say that right? 

We jumped outta bed, threw some water on ourselves in the shower we took together, (was there soap...?  I can't remember...) he gargled, I think I may have grabbed the wrong toothbrush, we quickly got into our clothes, that dress... that beautiful dress was just a blurr... and the lace jacket I carried  in my hand along with my make-up bag I held as we got inside the limo.

Who knew the day that I hoped and dreamed of would wind up in the back seat of a limo trying to put on my make-up as I leaned into the curves of the road ('cuz he drove like a speed racer to make our day happen) and fluff my un-curled hair from the mirror of my compact.

Who knew that once we made it to the chapel the bouquet I carried was purchased on the fly and the same little guy that took our wedding pics would serve as our witness, as well as the pastor that performed the ceremony would be named "Pastor Love" from the "Church of Truth"

Most importantly who knew the day we said "I Do" in the Candlelight Wedding Chapel would mean 20 years when we had never even known each other until 3 months before... 

I certainly couldn't have written this any better myself if it weren't true. 

Here's to many more crazy years to come!

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