It is done, it was great, nothing was perfect, nothing was terrible.
Note to those of you planning and executing your own wedding: unless its really simple, its really hard work.
Even if its really simple.
Many of our plans didn't happen. I'm sad about this, but overall, the emotion I take from the day is greater and more memorable than the fact that we never got our recessional song played, or music during the arrival/mingling time, or yard games set up, or a photo booth/guest picture area, or that a whole case of red wine got tucked away on the stage and wasn't found till this morning, or that the caterer didn't get all the agreed upon food out on each table.
What did happen was magical. My husband tarped our entire back yard in case of rain, an amazing feat that took most of the day. Our friends and family worked like magical little bees to put this thing together, and I am eternally grateful and amazed and overwhelmed with emotion for their help and generosity. Our ceremony was perfect. I sang a song to my husband. We danced. We had a wedding crasher. Our friends wrote us silly and touching haiku's. My husband's friends dad sat in on drums for a few songs so my dad and I could dance. My dad said he loved me. My sister, daughter, and cousin dj'd after the band for the remaining family members and we got crazy on the dance floor, we made a fire finally but smoke filled the tarp. We put the kids to bed and soaked in the hot tub to finish the night. I had a whole pitcher of tea to myself to ease the headache I had at the end of the night.
This morning we opened cards and gifts and again I am overwhelmed with the love and generosity shown by our friends and family. It makes me want to be a better person. And I love my husband.