...that I caught the bouquet.
And, my quiet, meek self practically gave black eyes to the other dozen single girls in contention.
But, fear not, for my handsome fiance caught the garter (er, was "given" the garter) and performed a saucy dance toward me with "Eye of the Tiger" playing in the background.
Complete with fist pumps towards one another.
Just because we're engaged doesn't mean we cheated.
But I am keeping the bouquet and garter forever. Or, at least until September...
Let's just say, if tradition rings true, the bride and groom will have a lot of children... or a lot of years together. Whatever. We gave them a LOT. Of something.