Weddingbee Blog

Becky stood guard by the door like my own private security detail, ensuring that I was well hidden until I made my grand entrance with my father. We heard a knock at the door, faint at first, and growing louder with a hint of impatience.

“Um, can I please come in?” a familiar male voice came through the miniscule crack in the door. Becky was about to send him on his way when someone in the room yelled, “It’s Ryan!!” Excitedly I gave her permission to allow our Best Man and my best friend to enter our fortress.

When he entered the room I felt my eyes well up for the first time that day. Seeing my “little brother” all decked out in his fancy tux just minutes before he’d be waiting with my groom at the altar hit me hard. It took all I had to crack a joke about holding him responsible for any makeup malfunctions due to tears. Ry looked like he was having a hard time keeping his emotions under control as well so after a quick embrace and a high five for good luck he was on his way out the door.

Winfield Little

I was working on pulling myself back together, when the door opened again. This time there was no request for approval of entrance as the grand matriarch of our family, my Mom Mom, silently entered the room. She simply raised her hand to her mouth as the tears started to fall down both of our faces.

Jenna Cole

“Look at you…” she said as she reached out her hand for mine.

Winfield Little

“Me?! Look at you! You look absolutely beautiful!” I gushed back at her. We stood there, silently admiring each other for a few more seconds before taking a collective deep breath to pull ourselves together.

A quick peck on the cheek and she was back out the door, preparing to be escorted to her seat for the ceremony.

Jenna Cole

As the door closed behind her I retreated back to the mirror for a few last minute touch ups, as go-time was fast approaching. As I glossed my lips and powdered my nose for the last time as a Miss, the third visitor of the day entered the boardroom.

My father strode into the room in his exotic cowboy boots, simply beaming with pride.

Winfield Little

After complimenting all of the girls on their stellar choice in attire (har har) he turned his attention to me. I warned him that there could be no more tears, and he agreed. Instead, he adjusted my blusher and we practiced taking a few deep breaths.

Winfield Little

As we zenned out, Becky was announcing it was time to go. As the girls lined up I gave each one of them a hug and thanked them for the million and one things they had done for Mr. L and me.

And with that, they were gone. As the door closed behind the last of my lovely ladies I realized that this was it: go time. And I started to get really, really nervous.

Previously:
Thursday.
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Practice Makes Perfect
Our Very Own Fiesta
Feliz Cumpleanos, Mi Amor!
Gifts of Gratitude
A Final Goodnight
A Few Final Touches for the Boys
Girls Get Dressed