Wedding Blog

The beginning
Getting ready

The plan was that Mr. Dahlia would come up to the bridal suite at 12:45, where we would have 15 minutes or so to be alone together (and check each other out in our wedding finest.)

Truth be told, I was running a little bit late. About 2 minutes late, which isn’t too bad for a bride on her wedding day.

Mr. Dahlia, on the other hand, was running much further behind.

On the phone, trying to figure out what was going on.

Tip: If you’re planning on having the guys wear self-tie bow-ties, it’s a really good idea to have some pre-tied ones for backup, even if the groom can perfectly tie a bow-tie on a normal day at home.

Once Mr. Dahlia assured me that he would be there in 5-10 minutes, I double-checked that everything was in order.

Turns out my youngest brother was in one of the bathrooms finishing getting dressed.

I told him that he looked absolutely fabulous

and then sent him on his way.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Mr. Dahlia was extraordinarily relieved to see me. (I’d never seen him so stressed out in my life. I thought I was supposed to be the one who was crazed, but that day, I was as cool as a cucumber.) Our time together went something like this:

Kiss.

Shut the door.

Kiss.

Begin exchanging gifts.

Mr. Dahlia loved the scrapbook I made.

Kiss.

The only time I cried the whole day was reading the letter Mr. Dahlia wrote me.

Time to go!

Kiss.

Wait for the valet.

One last kiss.

To the church! (in our ’02 VW Passat Wagon.)

All pictures copyright of the amazing Ken Blaze.