Three years ago yesterday, Jeff and I got murried.
Say it with me now. Awwwwwwwwwww.
I was a bridal basket case with a side of just plain crazy before my wedding. My sisters did a great job calming me down by feeding me tater tots (is that the second time in two blog posts that I have talked about tater tots?) and croissants with ketchup. In my wedding dress...?
My favorite part of the day (not night… I won’t post about that), was our first look. This was a new concept to me since none of my sisters had done it. And I pretty much don't do anything unless it has been tested and proven worthy by one of my sisters.
I had always dreamt of seeing my husband for the first time as I walked down the aisle, so I was pretty opposed to seeing Jeff before that moment.
I realized that what I was craving more than anything was time to just be with my lovey. Plus, I wanted to give my photographers time to get some BANGING shots of the two of us without time constraints. So we decided to do it.
While I waited, hiding in the library, I was the most nervous I have ever been in my life. That is saying something given the number (and locations) of piercings I've gotten in the past.
In that insanely nervous moment, my wedding planner tried talking to me. Tried being the operative term. I was so nervous I could barely even carry a conversation. It was like I had marbles (or 14 shots of tequila) in my mouth. I could not form a sentence to save my life.
I am incredibly thankful that these crippling nerves took over my mind and body in a library with my wedding planner and not with my father, about to walk down the aisle.
As a plug to future brides, let me add that seeing Jeff pre-ceremony did not rob me of my special moment of walking down the aisle. I was calmer after seeing him, than I had been all day. I got to mess around in the limo, I got to enjoy my bridesmaids and I got to soak in my father giving me away.