Wedding Blog

Future brides—I must tell you that our wedding rehearsal was when I had the, “Oh my gosh I’m a bride!” moment. Because the guests aren’t there. The music isn’t playing. The fancy dresses aren’t there. But you two are. Your closest family and friends are. And the pastor who is going to marry you is there. It’s almost like you could jump the gun and get it all said and done right there… but then… what would the point of having a rehearsal be?

Okay—so enough with the mushy, sentimental goulash. I’m moving on to my next rehearsal topic… what you be wearing?

What do you picture your wedding party wearing? Does it really matter? In the grand scheme of things—it doesn’t. Not at all. But our bridesmaids and groomsmen were dressed so differently from each other that I thought I’d include it in the post.

You see, the sun was going down and with all the tall trees around, it started to get cold and dark quickly. Our bridesmaids and groomsmen had also been helping to set up throughout the day. So, some dressed for that (which you can totally see that I fully embraced this attire in my pictures), and other dressed more “wedding rehearsally” (word?). Had I remembered that my mom was taking pictures and that they’d be posted all over Weddingbee, then I may have taken a shower and at least put on jeans I actually like. But on the day before our wedding, my mind was EVERYWHERE.

Now, on with the fashion show…

Bridesmaid and Groomsman #7

Groomsman #6 and SIL Espresso

Bridesmaid #5

Bridesmaid #3 and Brother in Law Espresso (I don’t have a picture of Brother Espresso and Bridesmaid #4 for some reason)

Best Man #2 and Sister Espresso

Our Best Man and Maid of Honor… totally dressed opposite of each other, and I love it!

Our adorable flower girl. She was freezing in her cute little outfit, so my Dad (that’s him in the back) went and got her a long sleeved shirt out of his truck.

Mr. Espresso and our Pastor were freezing up at the front. Our Pastor is Australian and I could just listen to him talk for days. He’s also incredibly sweet. He rode his motorcycle up the mountain for our rehearsal, then rode back down, then rode back up the next day for our wedding!

Here’s my dad about to give me away to Mr. Espresso. Okay, now—do you see the first guy on the left side (next to the plaid arm)? That’s my brother. Mr Espresso told me after the wedding that when my brother had asked him what to wear to the rehearsal, Mr. E jokingly said, “Board shorts and flip flops, man.” And look what he showed up in. Gotta love little brothers. Oh—and that’s Mr. Espresso’s mom and dad in the front—aren’t they so cute?!

Here’s Mr. Espresso shaking my dad’s hand really hard to prove that he’s qualified to receive me.

And just so you can see how big our wedding party was, here we all are together afterwards:

After the rehearsal, we all rushed back to our rooms or cabins, quickly got ready, and went out to our rehearsal dinner at a local cottage restaurant. The food was great, but the company of everyone we loved there was better. I don’t know why we didn’t take a lot of pictures that night—I think we were too busy eating and talking to bother—but here’s one my mom took of me and Mr. Espresso, the night before he became my husband.

Have you even thought about what your party needs to wear to your rehearsal? Or if it even matters? As you can see, it definitely didn’t matter for us. But looking at how some of our wedding party dressed compared to others just made me wonder if there are expectations out there. What do you think?