The Wedding

On June 8, 2013, I got married!

People kept telling me things would go wrong, and that it would be okay, and those are the stories I would love telling after the fact – but between me, my mother, and the day-of coordinator my mother hired to keep her from going insane, we put together a perfect, meaningful, smooth event.

I stayed with my sister and her husband the night before, and we spent a lovely morning drinking iced lattes, playing with her giant puppy Velcro, and watching Serena kick someone’s butt while wearing my wedding colors!

Getting ready at the church was pretty easy with my awesome hair and makeup women. Beverly, my sister’s hair stylist, has a gift for creative styling based on face shape. Most women are concerned with how their dress fits or how flabby their arms look – I was concerned about my cheeks taking over every photo! She managed to capture the look I was going for without letting that happen.




My brother has had a very hard last couple of years with his health after a bad car accident. He’s better now after neck surgery, but he barely made it to the wedding. So, having him walk my mother down the aisle really meant a lot to her. Although it meant SO much to her, she cried most of the time. Not because her daughter was getting married. But that’s okay – we were all glad to see him out of the house.


I had a little freak-out moment while the bridesmaids were walking down the aisle. Not as in, I didn’t want to do it – it was just the moment it became VERY REAL that I was about to enter my own wedding. I had to sit down, and I believe the words “Holy crap” were uttered. Dad and I had this hilarious-looking moment. It looks like I’m about to back out, but we were really just discussing how we needed to walk slowly down the aisle instead of sprinting.


While Dad and I were in the back, our flower girl, Mia, apparently got scared when she saw a church full of people. She had practiced and been very excited about her job – but when the doors opened, she took about two steps in and turned right back around. Evie, the planner, eventually got her to start down the aisle. Barry got down on his knees to make eye contact with her and motioned for her to throw down the flowers, but she was having none of it. She just shook her her “no” and smiled and marched all the way down to him.



Dad and I made it down the aisle without tripping! Barry was very insistent that we not see each other before the doors opened, and I’m glad he did. It was a great moment. It was a little like peering into a kaleidoscope. Everything at the center of my vision was in perfect clarity – I could see Barry and our pastor at the end of the aisle, and I was very aware of Dad as we walked. But everything on the perimeter was blurry. I don’t think I saw more than a couple of specific faces as we walked to a beautiful piano and violin arrangement of Ode to Joy.



The ceremony was fairly short, as we’re Methodists, and it was officiated by the pastor who baptized Barry as a teenager. One of my favorite partsĀ  was when we tied the knot. Instead of a unity candle, we decided to literally tie a fisherman’s knot, which reputedly will break before coming untied and gets stronger under pressure. In the weeks leading up to the wedding, we repeatedly practiced tying this thing, and most times, we failed. We’d finally figure it out, only to forget it the next day. So, we were actually a little nervous about getting it right in front of a rather large crowd. Luckily, we got it right on the first try, while Sarah and Lisa sang “One Hand, One Heart” from West Side Story.



Our wedding party looked pretty awesome, if we do say so ourselves. Thanks to all of them for patiently enduring my giant Wedding Day Document detailing the timeline and their jobs! It MAY have stated that the ceremony would start at 6:00 p.m. “COME HELL OR HIGH WATER.”


The pastor forgot to tell Barry he could kiss the bride, but he did anyway! I wish my grandmothers could have been there, but it was short, sweet, meaningful, and pretty perfect.