Wedding Blog

Part 1: Tryin’ to Get the Pretty
Part 1.5: Old, New, Borrowed, Robotic
Part 2: Please Help Me; I Can’t Dress Myself
Part 3: Poise!
Part 4: The Philosophy of the Ham
Part 5: Setting the Scene

As a teenager I hadn’t thought much about what my wedding would be like, but I was pretty sure that I’d be calm and certain before I walked down that aisle. Everything would feel right. A decade later on my wedding day, with all of my anxiety left months in the past, I felt exactly that way in the moments leading up to the ceremony.

Our friends did a fantastic job of making sure that we didn’t see each other before the ceremony started. One of our photographers snapped these pictures of Mr. Lollipop before he was hustled out of the way so that I could leave the Rectory and make my way over to the church.

We went with an asymmetrical Dahlia for his boutonniere. As his wife, I am biased, but I think he is exteremly adorable in this picture.

Our wedding coordinator, a.k.a. Our Lady of Awesomeness, a.k.a. Emily, helped welcome people to the church. I’ll be writing more about her later.

Most people arrived early. We placed mutual friends on Mr. Lollipop’s side to even out the large difference in family size. Still, our wedding turned out to be the largest gathering of my Mother in Law’s family ever.

I couldn’t walk around without a crew of bridesmaids to help carry my giant dress. It was like being queen for a day, but not in any way I expected. I was very glad that I had a second, lighter dress to change into so that I didn’t need any bathroom helpers.

There were a few stragglers running into the church at the last minute. This is a picture of me laughing at them and yelling ’You’re late!’ at them as they scurried into the sanctuary.

I was acting like a big goof-ball while waiting outside of the church and waved like a monkey at all of the passing cars. I couldn’t help myself; I was so frickin’ happy that I was finally getting married after waiting so long and spending so much time working for this one day. My Dad knows me well enough to put up with my antics.

All photos above are courtesy of Purvis Photography.