Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Waiting patiently for my brother Shane to escort me up the rock. When Jory and I decided to get married, the first thing I thought about was that I wanted Shane to walk me down the aisle. I knew I didn't want my dad to do it, because I didn't feel like he deserved to and I didn't want my step dad because then it would make my dad feel bad, so naturally Shane could without making either dad feel bad.
No one knew we were going to ride the 4 wheeler "down the aisle". It was a last minute idea. As we were standing there waiting for the music to start playing, Shane asked me if he was holding my arm, holding hands or giving me a piggyback ride and then he looked at his 4 wheeler and said we should ride it up the rock! I agreed and we jumped on.
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