Okay, so I got married yesterday. We had an amazing, wonderful wedding, and I’m now married to a wonderful, amazing guy. It was the wedding of my dreams, and aside from a couple of issues, we were completely thrilled with everything.
Well, except for one thing. I, the bride, and my cute, adorable hubby were going to get a piece of our wedding cake. Our wedding was held at a garden in a historic house in Richmond, Virginia. The biggest downfall? Lots of steps in odd places.
Earlier in the day, my grandma fell in one of those odd places. So we all tried to be extra careful.
So, we were trying to get that piece of elusive cake and we made our way up the stairs. Apparently, I misjudged the last step.
I felt like a Benny Hill sketch. All of a sudden, I went flying across the portico, my dress billowing up behind me. I went sailing through the air and tumbled onto the marble of the portico. I landed hard on my wrists, and couldn’t really move, thanks to my corset and dress. Family and friends came running to check out my condition. I felt fine, except for a sore wrist. So, my aunt the nurse got an ice pack, wrapped it around my wrist with paper towels, then stole my grandmother’s wrist corsage to hold it in place.
But I danced the rest of the night away, and only stopped to have my cake, which my very sweet new husband brought to me. A carriage ride around the city ended our perfect night, and we headed up to our hotel suite to have a little wedding night fun.
So now I have my wrist in a splint, and typing is a little painful. But I’ll live. (And yes, I’m typing from our honeymoon - we’re both exhausted and just relaxing in our room tonight).
I’m hoping my videographer got the fall on tape so that I can submit it to America’s Funniest Home Videos. If anything, it’s a funny story for the kids and grandkids:D.
Ava
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