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The Wedding of Jenny Matthews and Andy Box
I, Andy, take you, Jenny, to be my wife.
I will love you unconditionally, as Christ loves us.
I will hold you second in my heart, above all but God
I will share with you all that I have, and all that I am.
I will do my best to help you become the woman God created you to be.
I will never divorce you.
I will be faithful to you in word, thought, and deed.
I will treat you with tenderness and respect.
I will tell you the truth, even if it hurts,
I will forgive you as we have been forgiven
And I will be here for you whenever you need me
Through the best and the worst of what is to come as long as we live.
May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so harshly,
If anything but death separates you and me.
We got married on January 4, 2003, at Irving Bible Church in the more intimate older sanctuary. We met at IBC and are active there, so we wanted to get married there as well. The reception was at IBC in the Haven. Tim Wallace, Jenny’s youth pastor from Midlothian Bible Church, performed a beautiful ceremony. We spent our honeymoon in Belize, a small country south of Cancun.
Our colors were blue, silver, and white. We had candles everywhere. Her roommate Sarah played piano for us, and our friend Nathan played guitar. Her bouquet was made of Nicole roses, which are similar to fire and ice roses, only in pink and white instead of red and white. Jenny’s attendents were Katy Matthews, her sister, and Lisa Wagner, my sister. My attendents were Lacy Rexroad, my best friend, and Phillip Wagner, Lisa’s fiance.
We did some things a bit unconventionally. We designed and printed our own invitations to ensure quality control. As our guests arrived at the ceremony, we had a PowerPoint presentation looping with pictures of us as kids and as adults. We wrote our own vows, which are at the top of this page. We didn’t have ushers or separate seating for her people and my people because we want them to be friends. We didn’t toss her garter or have an organized bouquet toss. We left the reception in a shower of bubbles and drove away in my dad’s Trans Am.