We had chandeliers and lanterns, along with hundreds of white roses and greenery, glittery gold table runners, drapery, a photo board and dating timeline, and lights that my dad hung. White paper lanterns floated in the pool, and partway through the night, someone else's paper lantern's drifted in the appearance of flickering lights across the sky.


My bouquet was mostly white with hints of blush and speckles of black-and-white poppies.

 At the reception, we served both desserts and appetizers.  Savory-wise, we had tortellini skewers, brie with blueberry compote, chicken sliders and apple-slice grilled cheese. 

 There was also fruit, and an entire table of desserts provided by my mother’s friends: lemon-meringue-in-a-glass, sugar cookies, cupcakes, and seven-layer bars.

 The wedding cake was all white with a cursive LOVE topping and three layers: spice cake with blackberry {a flavor I had wanted for a decade}, white chocolate with raspberry, and chocolate with peanut butter.





As soon as the reception started, my dad made me and Dallin sit down and gave us plates of food, and he was right—we had no time to eat later.  My dad also arranged for a giant to-go box of reception food to be put in our get-away car for the hotel, which I highly recommend! My only other suggestion for newlyweds is to make sure that some slices of cake get added onto that, because Dallin and I only got two bites of the spice cake before both the spice and white chocolate were gone.






When it was time to cut the cake, Dallin and I made a pact that we wouldn't absolutely destroy each other.  I know, boring.  The whole crowd was chanting "smash it" but we didn't relent.  Cutting wedding cakes is harder than you realize, by the way, but once we got a slice we gave each other a little taste, playfully dotted a little bit on each others' noses to appease our mess-hungry audience, and kissed.  Dallin was swept away to talk with guests, and then the little kids all crowded around me with big, hungry eyes.  So I cut our slice into little cubes and gave a bite to each of them.  Dallin said I looked like some sort of Snow White character, haha.



Dallin and I's first dance was to "Almost Paradise" covered by Victoria Justice and Hunter Hayes.  We had disagreed on our wedding song since the moment we were engaged, since I wanted "The Power of Love" and he wanted "Die a Happy Man."  "Almost Paradise" was a good compromise, since we had been in Footloose together our senior year, although Dallin later expressed his confusion that we had chosen a country song after I had said I didn't want his partly because it was country.  *facepalm* Sorry Dal... As we danced, he put his hand on my back and we swayed, mouthing the words to each other.  We even did some spins and dips! 





 During the daddy-daughter dance, we played "Unforgettable" by Natalie Cole and Nat King Cole, which is what my mom and grandpa danced to in 1993. Just then my contact lens had a freakout and my dad and I laughed the whole time saying that the audience would think I was crying because the moment was so emotional. 



Dallin and Jordie danced to "Return to Pooh Corner" by Kenny Loggins, a sentimental song which brought back tender memories of Dallin's childhood to both of them.





Throughout the night, Dallin pulled out his best dance moves.  Even though I've had to live with the unfortunate fact that Lundgreens just can't dance, at least now I can have the hope that Dallin will pass on the dancing genes to our kids, haha.  






We played the shoe game, where the DJ had us sit back to back and hold one of both of our shoes.  He would ask a question like "who is the more organized of you two" and we would raise the shoe of whom we thought the answer applied to.  At first we agreed on things, but we knew we were disagreeing when everyone started laughing.
I've never been a fan of the song "Single Ladies," so instead I went off the tradition that the girl to catch the bouquet would be the next to get married, and chose the song "Dear Future Husband" by Meghan Trainer.  The little girls were sad when we said it would be 16 and up.... sorry my young friends!  But I was thrilled when my cousin Paige caught the flowers!


Partway through the reception I had to run like mad into the house and try and put on my garter.  Engaged girls, please do yourself a favor and give yourself a little bit of wiggle room in the timeframe of your reception to do random things like that.  Also, make sure your honeymoon bag is COMPLETELY packed before the wedding day, because I was late for some of my own reception events after I realized I hadn't packed things like a toothbrush, and had lost track of my phone.
We'll skip the drama on the war between some of the bridesmaids and groomsmen and what was drawn on the getaway car and subsequently erased with Windex.

For the garter toss, the DJ had me sit down and told Dallin to bust out some dance moves as he played "Despacito," but he didn't clarify to Dallin that this was the garter toss.  Dallin was pretty confused and they told him to go to me, before I hissed, "Garter toss!!" 
"What?!" Dallin said.
"Get the garter off my leg!"
So he got down on his knee, pretty hesitant before I just threw the dress over his head.  Was that bad? Meh. He then successfully pulled it off with his teeth, but it didn't end there.  When he tossed it, one of the groomsmen jumped up while another jumped backwards, sending the former flying into a table onto a child, who started bawling. I don't think anyone knew quite what to do after that.








After the wedding, little Breckyn told his family that "it could happen" between him and Olivia.
And just like that, way too fast, Wedding Day was over.  We waited behind the fence as everyone lined up, and then we made our grand exit, dip-kissing to lots of cheers and the flashing glow of light from dozens of sparklers. The Camaro was decked with streamers and pretty cursive announcing to the roads of Arizona that we were "Just Married," "To Eternity and Beyond," and we were off, ready for the beginning of the rest of our lives as Mr. and Mrs. Urness.