I'm told that the best thing about the wedding was that neither Eric nor I could stop smiling.  My mother told me today that one of her friends commented that we were the happiest wedding couple they'd ever seen and that we looked like a couple of cheshire cats all day.

Of course, the music and food were great too.  First, though, the ceremony.  Eric and I agreed to see each other pre-ceremony for photos, so we were all able to line up properly outside the room after the signing of the marriage license.  The judge went in first, then Eric, then the groomsmen with the bridesmaids... and then I was supposed to enter, flanked by my parents, as is common in Judaism.  Well, mom hesitated coming through the door and then didn't catch up right away, so I also hesitated, to tell her to catch up.  One of me friends thought I paused from nervousness!  That's hilarious to me, since getting married - oddly - seemed like the most natural thing in the world and I certainly don't get stagefright!

The ceremony was awesome, and Eric and I mostly smiled and giggled at each other a lot.  The whole room laughed, though, when the judge accidentally merged our names and called Eric "Erica."  He's great at improv, though, and simply said he was already making us one, "like that famous couple."

Speaking of stagefright, a good friend of Eric's read "She Walks in Beauty" by Byron.  My best friend was supposed to follow with the poem, "Small is the Trust when Love is Green" by Robert Louis Stevenson.  The day before the wedding, he let me know he had horrible stagefright, and asked that his wife be called up with him to alternate stanzas.  I said OK, of course.  As it turns out, the attendees only heard every other stanza, my friend's fright made his voice nearly inaudible, poor guy.

Overall, it was great.  My voice only cracked once, and I got teary, but didn't cry.

Reception later...