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I'm debating if I should remove the privacy of my blog and have the comments posted after I've reviewed it. Does anyone even care? Does it make a difference?

The Wedding and Open House

Oh my heavens, I'm sure you saw the plethora of pictures on Facebook. In hindsight, I should have posted only a few then put my favorites on here. Now you've seen my goods...I'm like a hooker on the street corner. dang it.

I put together a few collages and am trying to find my cable to connect the camera and computer, I think I misplaced it in the move. As soon as I find it or procure a new one I will post pictures of the honeymoon, etc.

[Coming out of the Temple.]

I need to find someone that took a picture of me doing the arms up "VICTORY!!!!" pose

FAMILY
[The entire group; The Beacham Family]
[Alex's Parents and Grandparents; Mom and Dad]

[The Dietrich Group]
[Becka's Parents and Grandma; Mom and Dad]

MY GIRLS
[Becka with: Chelsea Marie; Natalie; Stephanie; Molly]
[Becka with: a very pregnant Lauren; Laurel; Truly]

I am so thankful to my sweet girl friends that came from other states to be here. Some have been with me on my life road for years and been with me through the rough patches, thank you for your support. Thank you for coming from Washington, Kansas, Missouri, and Nevada...and Bountiful. Love you girls!

All our guests and family went to the luncheon put on by my in-laws while Alex and I did some additional photos around the temple grounds:

[Favorite]

After the luncheon we went off with the photographer [and Chelsea acting as assistant] to take additional photos downtown. There's an old barbershop which I thought would be perfect since my first idea of a grove of trees didn't pan out. Utterly tragic; I almost cried.

As Chrissy would say, pictures are more fun with props.

[Shoes, flowers, and rings]

After the second photo shoot we barely made it back in time for our open house. We were right on time and guests lined up. We had a pianist playing classical music when you first walked in and signed the photo mat.

We had a chocolate fountain with dip-able treats like strawberries, cream puffs, brownie bites, bananas, etc. My crazy Aunt Jan went around asking people if she could drip their food for them because "it's so fun and I am so good at it". Crazy loads of fun, that Aunt Jan.

We had herbal and fruit teas and cucumber water; delicate breads like strawberry, pear ginger vanilla, zucchini with chocolate chips, and pound cake; lots of fresh fruit; nuts and dates.

The best, in my opinion, was the brie. I have learned that I love smoked gouda and brie cheeses. We had 3 bries - one topped with honey (for the unadventurous), raspberry jam (for those that like it sweet), and chili pepper jelly (for those that wanted something new). We also had some normal cheese for those that were just plain boring. You should have seen the ridiculous amounts of crackers out. Makes me thirsty just thinking about it.

When we cut the cake, I was astounded at how many faces were staring back at me. The house was PACKED. My favorite part is that my itty bitty Grandma was watching us cut the cake on my Uncle Don's camera screen he held up to see us in the back. How tragically funny!

We mingled around and made awkward conversation with a lot of people and wonderful conversation those we loved.

Two short hours later we trotted downstairs together and Alex helped me out of my dressed. When people noticed I was missing someone mentioned, she's probably downstairs getting changed to leave. My Mother says, I should go help her get out of the dress. That someone responds with, Alex is down there, I'm sure he can do it. My Mother [bless her heart] flew into frenzy, HE CAN'T BE DOWN THERE HELPING HER UNDRESS! To which that someone responds again with, they're married now. I think it's ok Sue. Recognition passes over her dazed look and she breathes, relieved to not worry about us getting into trouble anymore. Now it's not trouble, it's just fun ;)

We rode off into the sunset towards Park City and our first night of honeymoon.

It was epic.