My husband wore his family plaid to our wedding and it’s the one thing people who were there remember, five years later. Not the “Steel Magnolias” reception theme on which I worked so hard. Not the exquisite chicken piccatta. Not our hired DJ being stoned off his gourd and playing rap during the meal.
My husband wore his family plaid to our wedding and it’s the one thing people who were there remember, five years later. Not the “Steel Magnolias” reception theme on which I worked so hard. Not the exquisite chicken piccatta. Not our hired DJ being stoned off his gourd and playing rap during the meal.