I read this Dear Prudence column this week and had to smile. In it, a bride wrote in, upset because somebody had drawn a penis on a wedding photo (the matte, actually, not the photo) that she had intended to hang in her house. I know emotions run high around weddings and some people have lower tolerance for crude humor than others, but I personally think that's hilarious, partially because of my own wedding.

My mom was our wedding coordinator and she knew exactly what type of wedding and reception she wanted me to have. It was really fun, full of lively, great people who danced up a storm, but make no mistake, it was also country-club classy, as you can tell by these photos of the dining room, cake room, and these soup shooters accompanied by a fancy-sliced orange:

One thing that Steve and I did a little non-traditionally was our guest book. We designed stamped postcards that were addressed to our house and asked people to write us a note and either leave it at the club to be mailed or to drop it in the mail at their leisure:

Sure enough, when we got back from our honeymoon, we had postcards waiting for us, and they continued to arrive throughout the year: some people even held onto theirs and sent them on our first and second anniversaries, which was pretty amazing. We kept them all, enjoying the range of notes we got. Some were straightforward, some were creative, and some were mysterious (all of which you can see here, which includes some anonymous cards, one of which is a two-part poem):

But what reminds me of the Dear Prudence column is this postcard, which is one of the few I ever remember specifically receiving:

In case you can't read it, it says, "Dear Claire and Steve, I just farted. Love [name redacted]." (Our penpal here is a family member I have known since he was a tiny baby and who I see several times a year, and I hid his name just in case he's not proud of his work today, although he should be.)

Anyway, those are the types of things that really make weddings memorable and fun. I hope the bride in the Dear Prudence column can find a way to make the graffiiti'ed picture work for her but ultimately come to laugh about it, too. Because those farts and penises? They come with love.