Thursday night I opened a much anticipated email from our wedding photographer, Darcie with Innovative Photography. (She’s amazing and there’s a link to her website. Use her!!) I spent about an hour, with Pandora playing in the background, reviewing pictures from our wedding day with a large glass of pinot noir. What?
I had a blast going through all of the pics not just to see everyone but to actually get to relive the whole day. You always hear it from everyone “it goes by so fast!” “soak it all up!” and if you’re like me you kind of took those sentiments to heart but also thought there was no way you wouldn’t remember every aspect of the (so far) most important day of your life. I thought for sure I would remember so much more. And it really REALLY wasn’t because of alcohol! It just literally went by so fast and was a total blur. So going through the pictures was a little bit like going back in time and getting to do it all over again, without all of the nerves.
Which there were! Not because of anything specific but mostly because of all the PEOPLE, y’all! Holy moly…I don’t like the attention of “Happy Birthday” being sung to me in a restaurant, so gearing up to stand in front of 300+ people to say the most important words to my almost husband seemed really overwhelming. And public speaking doesn’t really bother me. Husband and I were laughing at the pictures because you can literally see the nerves draining from our faces throughout the slideshow. We look so much more relaxed post-ceremony, and then post-first dance, cake cutting, etc. we look like different people. Our usual selves, I guess, but much fancier.
The entire weekend was incredible and more than I could have ever asked for. Surrounded by so many close friends and family, we had an amazing rehearsal dinner complete with steel drums and a selfie stick. There were the perfect amount of heartfelt speeches and a wonderful meal. My mother-in-law did an amazing job and everyone loved it. (Side note: I definitely hit the long ball with the in-laws, they’re the best.)
The wedding day was one of the most gorgeous March days. Literally. There were very few to precede or follow and if we’d had to tent the reception, well, we might have been in my parents backyard or something with my dad all George Banks-style at the BBQ pit. Because ridiculous is the price of a last-minute tent. Sure, yeah, let’s just throw a nice car into the expenses of a wedding. So do-able. Only not at all. And he’s a wiz on the grill, y’all, but you know what I’m saying.
Anyway, it was a gorgeous day and my aunts and grandmother had thrown the coolest brunch for the bridal party. Very relaxing, read: mimosas and bloody’s, and included a masterful creation of a cinnamon roll with bacon and grape jelly somehow worked into it. I can’t tell you how, but I can tell you that I could have had eleventy thousand of them because oh my gosh. Only, potbellies don’t compliment a wedding gown all that well and I needed that baby to zip so we went easy on brunch.
My mom and sisters and MIL and SIL got to the church very early, which was fine by me because I don’t like to rush in situations where some excitement/anxiety is present. We slowly got ready to the background music of Motowns greatest hits and suddenly everyone was there and it was time to go! The day went by that fast.
I fought off the dirty cry (or as my friend Char says “the stepmom”) as my dad and I headed to the entrance of the church. And then the organ started playing and we were walking down the aisle. And it dawned on me about halfway down that I was walking down the aisle at my own wedding. It was like the day had been forging forward and my mind had finally caught up. We made it smoothly through a beautiful ceremony with no tripping–of words or feet–and in what seemed like 5 minutes we were outside waiting for everyone to take pictures. And were married!!
From that point forward, things went into ultimate fast-forward. We took pictures in the church, we got to the reception, we did our first dance, we cut the cake, we danced ourselves into oblivion with THE most incredible band ever and then it was over and we were leaving.
We’ll briefly skim over the part where our getaway car didn’t show up and we ended up taking the bands black minibus to our hotel instead. Because not much says “romance” like the sound of hydraulics and double-wide doors opening up. Another great memory is arriving at the hotel (starving) and realizing that we had been given ALL of the to-go food (for my entire family who didn’t eat) and all of the leftovers from both cakes. And we were heading to West Texas bright and early the next morning.
Those were the only things that went wrong in what was an otherwise insanely happy and perfect weekend, which were no big deal and provide for amazing stories now. It was the best weekend of my life so far because I entered into it with my best friend and left it with my husband. <Insert cheesy here. I know, but I don’t do it to you much. Just go with it.>
Anyway, I’ll leave you with a few other favorite pictures from the night. I’m not sure why the alignment is so wonky. Yes I am. It’s because I don’t know how to arrange them. Sorry. And I promise to start working on some other posts of substance. Well, length anyway, I’m not sure how much “substance” you get from me. Ever.