- 7 years ago
- Wedding: June 2012
As a HS teacher, I definitely have go-getter masculine energy a lot of the time. I don’t really like to talk about my feelings, I don’t go into great details about things in my life (fiance: “How was your day?” Me: “Fine. Yours?”) and I never feel the need to be mushy.
That said, every time I think about saying vows up on the altar, my dad walking me up to the altar, or my brother standing there to officiate our ceremony, I can’t help but tear up. I SOBBED at my brother’s wedding – SOBBED, I tell you – and I was a bridesmaid, standing almost front and center.
I’m terribly afraid that not only will I cry through my entire ceremony, I will be unable to say a word, and I will look like a mushy, red, crappy mess for an hour afterwards while we try to take pictures and have a champagne toast.
I’m doing everything I can here to try to minimize this. We’re doing a first look, so we can take photos and relax beforehand. We’re going to SF City Hall instead of the big hoo-ha ceremony hall. We’re having mostly family so it’s not in front of a bunch of strangers.
Does anyone else have any tried-and-true suggestions for how to hold my s*** together up there?! 🙂