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My Happily Ever After Beginning

Almost 3 months ago I said "I do" to my best friend and started the beginning of my happily ever after.

We just got the pictures back that my wonderful sister and brother-in-law took for us (THANK YOU!) and I thought I would share them today on my blog.

Jeff and I met about 7 years ago. We had a very rocky start but God had plans for us from the very beginning. And He has truly blessed us. We had planned to get married on May 6 of this year but because of my mental illness I have to be on medications and therapy to help me be the thriving woman I am today... and unfortunately I would lose my insurance if we were legally married. Jeff and I were crushed. We felt like the world had been pulled out from under us. But, after talking with our families, we decide to go with a Commitment Ceremony and be married in the eyes of God. So, we are not legally married but in the eyes of God and our family and friends, we are.

I'm so glad that God has richly blessed us.

Enjoy the pictures.

Love,
Katie Butterly

The Beautiful Bride

I love my pink roses

The Back of my dress

So Happy

Those Roses

Cutting our Cake

Our Cake

The Happy Couple

My daddy walking me down the aisle and "giving me away"

Our friend and Ceremony Officiant. She did such a great job.

Pink Roses!

Reading our vows

Our special symbol. It means "So close nothing will get between us."

Lighting the unity candle

Our first kiss as husband and wife

Signing our Certificate

The Happy Couple

Kisses




The stuffing the wedding cake in each other's mouths!



Our friends with us





part of our family


with our parents


More family pictures



My dashing man





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