I just got this email from VERY newly married reader Cindy. And All I can say is: getting married better feel like this! It just better. The best part? You know how everyone tells you that you won't remember your wedding day or your ceremony? Cindy did. I love that. You will be consumed by joy by the end of this post:

We were both so in the moment. So clear minded and happy. I remember every moment of it and don't think I'll ever forget. I felt loved and calm, yet excited, and spent the entire weekend just knowing this was right.

While our wedding was traditional in many elements, we worked hard to make it our own and it paid off. My mom and I argued about flowers all year and I eventually gave in BUT I wore a wrist corsage so I could have my flowers with me ALL NIGHT. It was simple and lovely and inexpensive and wonderful.

Things I loved:

• Walking down the aisle to The Weakerthans - (Manifest). My dad had a mini freak out since it wasn't a romantic song but then smiled at me and patted me on the arm. Best. Feeling. Ever.
• Walking back down the aisle with my husband to Green Day - Pop Rocks and Coke, which solicited cheers from the crowd
• Having bouncers instead of bridesmaids, basically a couple of friends manned the doors and one of my girls, from LA, wore leg warmers! I loved it! It was like 20 degrees that day. Perfect.
• High fiving my bouncers on the way back out and shouting, "Yeah, Girlfrizzles!"
• The impromptu receiving line that had me running around hugging everyone like a maniac
• Our limo ride, which was a wonderful surprise gift from the best man
• Deciding at the last minute we wanted to be introduced as we entered the reception room, choosing "Hot for Teacher," and walking into the place like we were movie stars heading to the Emmy's. It was flashbulb fantastic!
• The cake. The cake. The cake. The cake. Oh my god, the cake.
• The dancing. Just about everyone got out there and moved. It was awesome.
• Despite choosing a dress without a train, my husband still managed to step on the edge of the dress and tear it. Two left feet on that guy. He said, "I'm just doomed, aren't I?" I laughed and told him it's just a freaking dress and it doesn't matter, it's coming off in a little while anyway. That seemed to cheer him up quite a bit.

Our winter, partly D-I-Y wedding rocked so hard and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Can I get a rousing cheer? Don't you all just want to stand up and wave your arms around and dance? Because H*ll yes. H*ell freaking yes. (I love you guys!)