I never was really a girl who planned out what my wedding would be, what my dress would look like. Everybodys different. When we got married, he picked me up at the airport and I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and a hat. We drove the 20 minutes to Hudson or whatever it was, walked in, got married. Then we went and ate Arbys as our wedding meal. We get way more attention than we ever deserve or need or want, because of our jobs. I dont need a day thats all about me. I was happy to go get married. That night after we had our Arbys, we forgot the offensive line had an Ugly Sweater Party at a local restaurant. One of the guys texted Christian and asked, Dude, where are you at? We went to the mall and found ugly sweaters and went to the Ugly Sweater Party. We wanted to leave early, but everybody was like, No, dont leave. Im thinking, Gosh, we just got married.