May Day!: Getting Toast-y

While our guests settled in for dinner, Mr. Goodlaff and I sat perched at our sweetheart table, observing the room.  I'm not gonna lie: the sweetheart table was the best way to go.  We still had guests coming up to chat with us, but for the most part, dinner allowed us a little bit of alone time before the party got into full swing. 

Our food was fantastic, and even though we did a buffet, the caterers delivered plates of food to Mr. Goodlaff and I, which was fortunate.  The last thing I wanted to do was try to navigate a buffet line with a very poofy, very white dress.

About halfway through dinner, Mr. Goodlaff up and left me:

Never fear, it was for a good cause!  He went to get me some champagne, because the toasts were about to begin!

BIL Goodlaff led off, toasting to how perfect Mr. Goodlaff and I were together, and how happy his brother was...