Weddingbee Blog

I’ve sat down to write this post about 60 times. It’s hard!

We didn’t get very many pictures of the ceremony. It’s not the photographer’s fault. Our church was very particular about where she was allowed to be, and where she wasn’t. Life goes on, right?

So, we probably should have practiced that walk with the big poofy skirt on. Seriously, my mom kept stepping on my dress and by the time we got down the aisle to the altar, my parents were so far away from me, it looked more like a prisoner being led to her sentencing.

But, I carried that giant cheesy grin all the way down the altar to my loving man.

What you can’t see from here is me whispering to my intended, “why is it so bloody hot in here?!”  Except, I’m pretty sure “bloody” was not the word I picked. It was sweltering. Like, sweat rivers and sticky thighs. And long, poofy, polyester dresses. Blech.

Honestly, I don’t really remember much of our ceremony. It was hot. It was quick. And I was nervous. And, in true Crab Cake fashion, I watched it more than I participated in it. Sad, but true. (Who has that song from the Little Mermaid stuck in their head now? Oh, just me… I guess that’s what having a 5 year old does to you!)

Our photographer missed the first kiss (it’s OK, we remember it). She had to be in the choir loft the entire ceremony, and our priest skipped the cue we had given her to let her know it was about to be over and she should reposition herself.

The next thing we knew, we were practically running down the aisle. It felt so good to be married!

All photos by Kristian Ogden Photography unless stated otherwise.

Missed something?

• The girls got ready.
• I got my hair did.
• It took a village to do my makeup.
• I got into my dress.
• We had our first look.
• We took pictures with our parents.
• We took pictures with our maids and men.
• We took pictures together.
• We waited.
• Our friends and family made their entrance.