[Madvelazquez]

My story is not that funny, but here it goes: I got married on November 14, 1997. We were living together for almost 8 years. This is my second marriage. I have two kids from my previous marriage (and had no more). We had the limos come to pick us up, my husband had a limo with his family and I had a limo with my family (it was not a big wedding, probably 120 people and we did not have a bridal party). My son was going to walk me down the aisle. My husband limo came first and left. I got into my limo and as we are passing by the highway, I see a limo (it was raining really hard) with a flat tire and a whole bunch of people outside with umbrellas. I told the driver to stop because the people looked familiar and sure enough. It was my husband and his family. It was raining so hard that my limo driver told them to get in to our limo. Well try getting 25 people in a limo. OMG, it was the funniest thing in the world. Now, we get married and as I mentioned before, my husband basically raised my son. Well, now my son starts to cry and tells me that now I am going to love my husband more than him. The kid cried for about an hour. Then he got over it. My son's face is swollen from all the crying in all of our pictures.