Not even kidding you, I secretly had a fear that I would have one of those runaway bride moments. There I went, running down the aisle at the church that my parent's had gotten married in (divorce bells are ringing)..running towards something else. Question is..what? As I stood off to the side with my uncle waiting to walk down the aisle I was more mad that the music was not was I remembered than scared. I actually asked the limo driver who would tell me when to walk "did I pick this song?" The poor bastard looked at me and said "you did now honey". My uncle then took my arm as I smiled for the cameras and told my little cousin, Rachel, not to cry as I walked towards Nick, my now husband. I gotta say, giggling like a school girl was way better than crying. At least for me. I don't mean to offend anyone if I sound harsh about crying. Oh yeah, I also remember thinking that my bra was way too freaking tight.
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