As scared as I was of tripping while walking down the short aisle to where Jon was waiting for me, I didn't pass out. I can stand in front of a huge room of people to teach a lesson, I can crack jokes for a handful of friends at a time, but just walking past a bunch of my closest friends and family had me jittery. What gives? I may have been a little shaky from the nerves, but seeing Jon standing there with this grin on his face helped a good deal.
Jon looked so cute, I almost cried. There other moments throughout the evening where I nearly cried-- hugs and sweet words from friends, co-workers, an old boss, and family members old and new. There were so many wonderful friends and family that came out to support and celebrate. And there were more that were there in spirit. It was pretty amazing just seeing this huge mix of people from various phases of our lives all in one spot at one time to cheer us on.
Jon commented after we were driving off at how amazed he was over me holding it together as well as I did. He saw me tear up a few times, and a couple of tears did roll out, but Jon thought that once they started, I wouldn't be able to reign them in. Boy did I prove him wrong. He admitted that he experienced quite a few touching moments himself, which was totally cute to hear.
Enough with the super mushy stuff. Here are some photos of our lovely day--
Jon looking at our little home-made welcome board while Chuck played the bagpipes in the background. 
My bishop married us. He did a great job. 
The part of the ceremony where we take one another by the right hand.
The part where we exchange rings. 
The part where we get to kiss as husband and wife.
A wedding gift from our friends Jan and Martha.