Our first wedding anniversary is quickly approaching (May 17th!), so I should probably wrap up all my Wedding Wednesday posts. My last wedding post was about our cakes and pies. Next up, in the wedding were the toasts and speeches. My dad went first.
His speech was very long! When we got the video back, we timed his speech and it was 15 minutes!
My sister Stephanie also gave a speech. My favorite part was when she said that if Sam and I had a baby, and it was a dog instead of a human, it would look like Finnegan! Aww!
"Other than his shower jam sessions, his worst noise offense was in the winter of 2010. Rolla was forecasting the ‘Snowpocolypse’. The town was going to shut down, campus was probably going to close and we were going to be stuck in the apartment for what would
likely be a long 3 day weekend. The day before the storm Samuel got the fantastic idea that it was time for him to buy a musical instrument. Since I was already playing acoustic guitar he thought he could find an instrument and we could play together, plus it would give him something to do while we were stuck in the apartment for 3 days. So, what instrument did he decide to buy? After what I can only assume was minutes of online research he settled on the harmonica. In the hands of a well practiced artist (think Neil Young or Bob Dylan), I am a huge fan of the harmonica. In the hands of a man that has never played one, it is less than favorable.
Well, to cut to the point, Samuel did buy a harmonica, it did snow a lot, and we were stuck in the apartment. Even through closed doors, down a set of stairs and around the corner, there was no distance in that apartment that would allow you to get far enough away from the sound of Samuel learning how to tongue his harmonica. After about a couple of hours, he decided to embark on what might have ended up a 3 day journey of learning how to play ‘Merry Had a Little Lamb’ and ‘Frarajaka’. Luckily for Sam and I both, he did not have the tongue endurance to last on a 3 day harmonica marathon. If he had there is a pretty good chance neither of us would be here today.
Now on to the good part of the story. Sam mercifully gave up the harmonica and decided that he would give guitar a shot. So I loaned him my second guitar and he ran with it. So much so that he couldn’t put the thing down. He would play all the time. He’d play when he got up in the morning, he’d play in the bathroom, he’d play before he went to bed. He’d try to play while we were watching shows and movies. His hand would journey involuntarily to the guitar and, if you didn’t swat him with a rolled up newspaper, he’d start strumming and singing.
Luckily all the singing in the shower helped to develop his voice, so that wasn’t a nightmare.
If any of you have had the pleasure of hearing Sam play now a days he is quite talented and I’m sure one of the many things that helped him woo Rebecca (you’re welcome). Luckily I believe all of you will get to hear that tonight"
And then Cory said some sweet things, and Sam started crying while I sipped my tea. I love how in this photo I look so unaware that my new husband is sobbing right next to me (maybe I was? I can't even remember).
All photos in this post were taken by White Rabbit Studios in Mooresville.
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