We are never going to stop Honeymoonin!

I am going to write a little backwards because we will not get our wedding pictures for a couple weeks. Our wedding day was absolutely perfect...I just never thought one day could be so much fun. The best part is that at the end of the day I left with my soul mate that I could not call my husband. We headed to the W hotel in Atlanta where we were greeted with lovely rose petals all over the place and a chilled bottle of champagne. I immediately felt nauseous and had a mini breakdown. My sweet husband was so patient and fed me wedding cake and left overs from the wedding. We had the best wedding night ever! Then at 4:30am our alarm went off to head to the airport. We went to sleep at 2:30 so we were pretty much walking zombies. We got to the Atlanta airport and got upgraded to first class. Everything was going so wonderful. We got to Sandals Grande Ochos Rios and taken to our room. The room was beautiful but it lacked the big bathtub I had pictured in my head. We let Sandals know that and they were more than willing to accommodate us. We were given the Romeo and Juliet Suite. I was stunned. I found myself just thanking God because he was already providing so greatly in our marriage; not just with stuff but with good quality time together and great conversations. The week went great. We asked for carrot cake one day and our butler had one made for us! We hiked Dunns River Falls one day. It was so challenging but so fun. Well, the week came to a sad end but we were ready to get back to our new house together and start our lives. We couldn't get home though without God throwing a few marriage tests at us. When we arrived at the Jamaica we were surprised that our seats were given up without our permission to a family. We were so upset because Delta did not even ask us. After much talking they finally put us back together. Oh well this was just the start of the day. We proceeded into customs with our carry-on bags in hand. We were told we needed to take our rum we were bringing back for our dads through customs. We made it to customs with 50 minutes to spare. We were told by this very rude man that we could not take the rum through customs. We did not have time to go back so we decided to just leave the rum behind. We were both bummed because we knew ours dads really wanted some rum. Out of frustration we starting to bicker in line. Since Scott and I have loud voices it seemed as though we were yelling at each other. At this point everyone was starring at us. Finally as we made it through security Scott spotted a store that sold rum. Come to find out it was a 1/3 of the price we bargained for in town. We bought three more bottles, got it packaged and headed onto our airplane. The flight was the only thing real good thing about our day. We reached Atlanta and proceeded through customs once again. We were greeted by yet another rude lady. We got to our bags picked them up and then checked them again to pick them up on the other side of the airport. Only one more step to go and we would be home free. We waited in the security line for 1 hour and we finally were about to make it through when a lovely rude TSA employee said, "Sir, that alcohol can't make it through security." So Scott was so frustrated he walked back to the check baggage and checked the rum in our carry on. We made it to the final baggage claim and got our bags. We waited another 30 minutes for the rum bag. As it scooted its way down the claim I picked it up to find the smell of rum. One of the bottles had broken in the bag all over our soveniours and birth certificates. AHHHHHH was all we could say and THE RUM WASN'T EVEN FOR US! Moral of the story don't bring home rum from jamaica for your dads on your honeymoon.