We have a professional wedding album and video. The video contains a hilariously awkward “Romantic Video” that the videographer had us perform prior to the wedding. A copy of the invitation was filmed on the video, but I must have saved a paper copy.

The toasting flutes were cheap and I think I recently donated them. The blue garter was caught by my 10 y/o young male cousin who had to put it on the thigh of my grandma who caught the bouquet!

My wedding gown got candle wax dripped on it. I cleaned it and consigned it, getting back nearly as much as I paid for it. I got rid of it because my mom had hers preserved for 40 years and I wanted to wear it, but it came out of the box ruined.

My designer shoes ended up killing my feet all night and the department store where I bought them insisted I bring them back, which I did.

There is also a Jewish Marriage Certificate I have hidden away somewhere. This was the subject of a horrible fight with an even more horrible rabbi and talking about it is still hard. I’m so angry at him for his failure to teach us that we were not supposed to marry on the date we did and why. Then he carried on over this certificate and I cried before walking down the aisle. I think this incident cursed my marriage...but I know I am not supposed to believe in curses.