“It’s today, it’s today, it’s today!” is the line from the Stuart Little Movie when George runs into his parents room announcing their special day is finally here. The cute upbeat music and repetitive phrase pops in my head when I woke up on my wedding day too. It was a beautiful spring morning with the clouds rushing overhead. The night before was unseasonably cold and rainy. I prayed the rain away as I say at Wendy’s eating a jr. cheeseburger. I was thankful to see the weather turn for the best. After my parents and I arrived at the church, I sat in the bridal suite by myself for a few moments. I was starting to get nervous. I turned on music, prayed and looked over my wedding vowels.
Slowly but surely, the hustle and bustle of getting ready for the day began. The hair and makeup artists started their beautification process. The florist delivered the bouquets. And dresses, music and laughter filled the bridal suite. When it was my turn to get get into my dress, it started to get real. My mom and grandma helped tie the corset and put my shoes on. When my dad walked in, the tears were flying. Before the ceremony, my dad and mom wanted to have a quiet moment with me. We prayed together and shared hugs. The butterflies in my stomach were multiplying and my tears wanted to flow too.
We made our way to the entrance of the sanctuary. I heard the music start and the commotion of our guests standing behind the closed doors. As the doors opened my dads started to cry and I wanted to join him. I recomposed myself as we started walking. As we made way down the aisle, my eyes I caught glimpses of friends from college, family from out of town and then made their way up to Jason. I hoped to see some tears from him too, just this once. But he greeted me with a huge grin instead.
My dad walked me down the aisle and then stepped up to the front to officiate our ceremony. Jason stood across from me in his sharp military uniform and quietly shared, “You look gorgeous”. When the time came, Jason and I shared our own written vowels. He promised to love me with the same unconditional love that Jesus loves us with. I promised to be his battle buddy and never leave his side. We also shared the traditional “I do’s” because it just didn’t feel official without those two words. After our first kiss as husband and wife, all of the nerves washed away. It was time to celebrate!
The time of mingling and greeting was so special. What a wonderful time to see all of your favorite people all in one place. Our photographers captured a lot of beautiful pictures of our guests from our wedding. Those pictures mean the world to me because a lot of those special people are no longer with us. As a photographer now, that’s something that has influenced how I capture my clients wedding days.
Fast forward to our first dance, Jason and I were so glad that we practiced! We danced to “Unfailing Love” by Jimmy Needham. We wowed the crowd with some basic twirls and dips and marked it as a success.
I love our story. I love how we met. Our silly stories of dating. Our proposal story. We were so excited for our wedding day. It was just the beginning of a lifetime together with my best friend.
You can get caught up on My Love Story Series:
Part 2: Our First Unofficial Date
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