Weddingbee Blog

Because every other Bee is posting about her first dance, I realize I never a) posted my wedding “soundtrack” and b) reviewed my wedding musicians. (also, I *know* you all missed my wedding posting marginally terribly, so here we go).

Soundtrack to marry by:

Processional:

I had a lot of creative ideas for what songs would accompany our walks down the aisle. Mr. Daisy had some suggestions…The Final Countdown by Europe or Another One Bites the Dust by Queen. But, alas, the Europe one was too evocative of Gob and Mr. D’s brother already called dibs on the Queen. And, oh yeah,THERE WAS NO FREAKING WAY I WAS DOING ANYTHING BUT SAPPY TRADITIONAL STUFF.

I mean, we’d hired a quartet (flute, violin, viola and cello) of classical musicians. How do you not exploit that? So we went with:

- Air on a G String from Suite #3 - Johann Sebastian Bach (for the bridal party + Mr. Daisy)
- Canon in D - Johann Pachelbel (for me!)

Recessional: Mr. Daisy and I are all about the music, so we wanted at least some of the classical music to be a little kicky. And “our song” (i.e. the one we both loved best and then–in the category of moments to be filed under “it must be a sign we’re meant to be”*–the one that came up at the same time on both our set-to-shuffle iTunes while we were on the phone after our very first date) was Flowers in the Window by Travis.

So we bought the sheet music and had our brilliant classical quartet arrange/learn it prior to the wedding. I am so so so happy we did! It was such an uptempo, bright, happy song that totally fit the moment right after the “you may now kiss the bride” statement. Celebratory and meaningful both…

Our Entrance into the Reception: Islands in the Stream (performed by our band)

Our First Dance: The Luckiest by Ben Folds. This is the song to which Mr. D and I danced our “routine” (read: the half-assed choreographed steps that we *barely* managed not to screw up despite many $$$ spent on lessons). The reason I know that, in retrospect, this was the perfect song? We must have heard it about a thousand times over the course of all of our dance lessons and I *never* grew sick of it. I’m still not. Sweetest. Lyrics. Ever.

I don’t get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am, I am, I am
The luckiest
What if I’d been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am, I am ,I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there’s an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day, passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I’m sorry, I know that’s a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am, I am, I am
The luckiest

Father/Daughter and Mother/Son dance: for this one we went with sappy again.

- I Hope You Dance by Leann Womack

Cake Cutting: reprise of Flowers in the Window, the Travis version.

Ok, long enough post without vendor reviews–those to come soon! (maybe even in time for our one-year anniversary…!)