Weddingbee Blog

During dinner, Mr. Pencils and I ate as quickly as possible (but we DID eat—our coordinator Heather had saved us some food from the cocktail hour and I DEVOURED the dumplings and mini quiches AND she brought us something from all of the buffet stations too—SO much food!) and then we got up to greet as many guests as we could.

This is the part of the night where I began to feel rushed and feel the missing twenty minutes from the ceremony going long. We didn’t get to speak with any of our family (luckily, we had at the rehearsal dinner) or to three tables that held the majority of our friends not in the bridal party. I felt incredible remorse about this and dwelled on it the entire morning after our wedding, until Mr. P told me that our family and friends love us and understand—and he was right. Though I wish I could have had more time with everyone, it’s a fast five hours from ceremony to reception to end.

Luckily, I did get to introduce Mr. P to my two saviors at work. There are a few women I work with that literally keep me sane despite our 60, 70, 80 hour work weeks and multiple deadlines and insanity. It was like one family finally meeting the other.

As dinner ended, guests moved downstairs for some dancing. As we talked with just a few more people, our guests milled around, went on the porch area, signed our guest book/post cards, and indulged in the chocolate fountain.

All too quickly, it time for our first dance. Like many bees before me, I’ve embedded our wedding song, by Jakob Dylan for you to enjoy as you see the photos.

As the music began, Mr. Pencils led me to the floor.

Our five dance classes came in handy. We felt a bit more prepared for the attention than we would have if we had tried to wing it. We even showed off a bit of our moves.

Mainly, though, we took in the moment.

Mr. Pencils kept making me laugh, though.

We had learned the proper way to dip in dance class. We wowed the crowd, I must say.

And he continued to make me laugh…

HARD!

We were glad we had chosen a relatively short song and soon it was over. We kissed…

And Mr. P passed me off to my father. We danced to “What a Wonderful World”, but Rod Stewart’s version. My dad loves that guy.

We talked about how happy we both were and he twirled me a few times.

I didn’t know it at the time, but my dad didn’t feel well at all that day. He had felt nauseous a bit earlier, but thought it was a migraine coming on. I found out when I got back from our honeymoon that he actually had developed symptoms of diverticulitis and went to the ER a few days later. It just shows what a trooper and what a giver my father is, that he didn’t really let on or show his pain that night.

About two thirds through the song, he passed me back to Mr. Pencils in a sweet gesture of affection.

This time we pulled off the dip quite well.

And then it was Mr. Pencils’ turn with his mother. They graced the floor accompanied by Rascal Flatts’ “My Wish”.

I enjoyed watching Mr. P with his mom; he loves her so much.

Then they welcomed all the mothers and sons to the floor, and MIL Pencils got to dance with her other son.

And I got to dance with my new brother Scott too!

But the sappy stuff couldn’t last forever… it was time to PARTAY!

Join me as we get down next time…

All beautiful photos are copyright and courtesy of amazing B. Scott Photography.

How we got here:

Something Good: Our toasts.

• Something Good: Our Post-Wedding Photo Shoot.
• Something Good: We’re married!
• Something Good: Our vowage.
• Something Good: The unity ceremony.
• Something Good: Our readers kicked it off.
• Something Good: We joined at the altar.
• Something Good: Down the aisle we went.
• Something Good: Pre-Wedding Portraits
• Something Good: Our First Look
• Something Good: Jewelry and a garter.
• Something Good: I got dressed.
• Something Good: I showed off my undies.
• Something Good: A window and a van.
• Something Good: My gift to him.
• Something Good: A cello was given.
• Something Good: Guys got dressed.
• Something Good: We beautified.
• Something Good: Quality time with my friends.
• Something Good: We rehearsed.