I have always felt that the concept of a woman “leaving her family” to join her husbands was outdated and wrong. Still, I anticipated that I would cry during my Rukhsati where I left my wedding and went home with my husband. I was teary eyed anticipating this moment when I first walked down the aisle. Shortly after the “joota chupai” tradition began, where my friends stole Zeb’s shoe and demanded money for it back... which led to his sprained ankle (my friends are intense). We had our first dance and then my friends and I busted it down. I was having so much fun I didn’t realize when it was time to leave. I remember saying, “it’s over already? It’s already time?” and not wanting the moment to sadden when I felt so happy. We started leaving the event, and as you can see in the fourth photo, my husband was the only one excited about this. As we approached the door, Zeb surprised me by picking me up and putting me in the drivers seat of a @ferrari I had NO idea how to drive. It was so unexpected I couldn’t help but laugh and smile. While my brother in law taught me how to operate the car, Zeb said goodbye to all the guests, and then we drove off... at 5 mph in one of the worlds fastest cars because I was terrified of crashing it. I didn’t expect my whole experience to be as light hearted and fun as it was, but I am grateful that both of our families kept me laughing and smiling through this step of our journey. ❣️