In the frustrating months when we were trying to figure out where, when and how were were going to get married, Greg had asked, “Don’t all little girls dream about their wedding day? Haven’t you had this all planned out since childhood? Don’t you have some sort of wedding notebook?” No, not really. And that surprised Greg and myself a little too. But then I thought about it and realized that maybe I did have some expectations. I guess I always envisioned a 12-course meal, myself in a red dress, squid, hundreds of my dad’s closest friends, a glamour shot photo session of myself and my husband to be, a karaoke machine, a bottle of bourbon as a centerpiece with people drinking out of it every moment they got and red everywhere.

Last Sunday, we had a Chinese banquet for mostly my side of the family, and I got what I’ve always pictured, more or less. I also came to the realization that the bride and groom are merely props in what is really the family’s day. My dad’s face in every picture was absolutely priceless.

Do also note the BRILLIANT art direction (ahem…by ME) on our glamour shot. Photo by Dean Kang, but that’s secondary.