WFW: That's all folks!

The night had finally come to an end.  It had been an amazing party, but we were ready to hit the road.

We got word that our ride had pulled up outside.

Ross and I shared a few final moments basking in the glow of our new marriage.

I gathered up my shoes and realized that I'd never gotten around to throwing my bouquet.  Ross hadn't wanted to do a garter toss and the bouquet toss wasn't that important to me, so I decided to just forget about it.

The wedding guests gathered outside with handfuls of dried rose petals.  (You can also see that my mom had gone around asking guests to take home the centrepieces.  It ended up being cheaper to purchase the vases, than to pay for the florist to come back the next day and pick them up.)

We were showered with cheers and petals as we ran for the carriage.

Ross helped me into the carriage (no small feat in a giant wedding dress).

And we rode off into the night.  We got lots of hoots, waves, and shouts from people as we rode to The Adolphus.  When we arrived at the hotel, a very drunk gay man insisted on helping me down.  Ross still complains about his husbandly duty being usurped.

We have so many wonderful memories from our wedding day and it couldn't have happened without the love and support of our family and friends, especially my awesome parents.  We can't thank them enough for giving us such a magical way to start our marriage.  As we approach our second wedding anniversary, I can only say that it's gotten better and better.