- 3 years ago
- Wedding: June 2013
Our ceremony began super-duper early in the morning – 9:30 a.m., to be exact. I woke up that morning at 5:45 to begin hair and makeup, full of nervous energy! (And a few minutes later, full of coffee, too.) I worried that we’d wind up running late, but the limo caravan arrived at the church with plenty of time to spare. Our amazing photographer was there and ready to go, so we took the opportunity to shoot a couple of bridal portraits in my “hiding spot” in the rectory.
I’d asked our florist to include some anemones in my bouquet, in memory of my Grandpa Ed. He passed away when I was fourteen, and I loved him fiercely. Whenever we went to visit him in the hospital, in the last few months of his life, we would stop at a farm stand on the way and buy a bunch of anemones to brighten up his room. Jessie, our amazing florist, didn’t think she’d be able to find any anemones in June, but promised she’d try – and when I saw my bouquet that morning? There they were. It felt like a tiny little miracle – the first of many that day.
My dad and I are both total crybabies when it comes to big emotions, so I worried that we’d both be sobbing our way down the aisle. I planned a list of jokes that I could whisper in his ear if things got too teary. But as it turned out, he was fine, and I was the one who was doing the ugly cry down the aisle.
The ceremony was beautiful. Our priest is an extraordinary speaker, and even our friends who were apprehensive about sitting through an hour-long Catholic wedding before noon on a Saturday morning wound up really enjoying the service! His homily was such a beautiful and personal meditation on marriage and faith.And then it was time for the vows!
Our ringbearer had dropped out a few weeks before the wedding, due to a case of the Terrible Two’s (or Terrible Three’s, really) so we had to improvise. The ring pillow was handmade by yours truly, and it was one of the things I was really proud of, so rather than just scrap it entirely, I asked my Man of Honor to carry it down the aisle.
We said our vows, exchanged our rings and then – we were Mr. & Mrs. officially!
And of course, my new Mister just couldn’t pass up the chance to make me laugh in the middle of our solemn occasion. 😉
Pretty soon, we were walking down the aisle as husband and wife… and just a couple of minutes and a short trolley ride away from the open bar! Let’s get this show on the road!
(Please take note of the flower girl dress here – after months of looking through $100+ flower girl dresses, I finally got the bright idea to look in Babies R Us around Easter time. $20 later, our flower girl was all set.)
(All photos are by our amazing photographer, Daniel Krieger.)