Let me take you back again, to the moment when all the girls were finally dressed.
There I was, stuck upstairs and all dressed up, waiting for my groom to arrive. I really didn’t want to venture downstairs, just in case Mr. Dragon happened to show up and walk by a window right as I walked by, thus ruining nearly a year’s worth of effort to keep my dress hidden from him until my walk down the aisle.
Unfortunately, being trapped upstairs was making me feel incredibly claustrophobic. I couldn’t see what was going on beyond my five foot patch of space, couldn’t talk to anyone unless they happened to be upstairs, too, and couldn’t really sit down anywhere. There were a lot of us up there, a lot of luggage and clothing, and not a lot of space.
I tried looking out the bathroom window, but that just made me nervous that somebody would spy me from the garden below. I desperately called for water to soothe my suddenly dry throat, and chugged half of the bottle MOH Michelle handed me without a break for air. Finally, I told BM/sister Kay how I was feeling, and she whisked me downstairs, sequestering me in my mom’s TV room once she knew Mr. Dragon wasn’t going to see me.
I felt better, being able to sit down on a comfy couch, but now I really had no idea what time it was, or where Mr. Dragon could be. I didn’t even know if we had guests in the yard yet! We passed some time by taking pictures.
But…those nerves were coming back around. My heart was pounding, and my whole body felt shaky.
One drink wasn’t enough for me and my pre-wedding jitters, so my mom served up another round. Then, the littlest members of the wedding party wandered into the room. I knew that Mr. Dragon’s mom dropped off our niece, which meant Mr. Dragon was probably on site.
Our drinks were switched out for bouquets, at which point I asked Rozy to find out what was up with Mr. Dragon and what the plan was for getting the show on the road. She went outside for a few minutes, then reported back, verbatim, “He’s throwing up in the bushes.”
My reaction? Knowing Mr. Dragon as well as I do, I really wasn’t surprised, but I didn’t want to kiss a barf-mouth so I asked her to find out if anyone out there had gum, or if I’d have to send out the mini-mouthwash from the bathroom basket. Practical, I know.
Turns out he wasn’t actually throwing up, he just THOUGHT he was going to throw up. (They all kinda look like they’re going to throw up, here! GM Jesse told me, after the fact, that none of them had eaten at all that day—and it was past 4:00 p.m. at this point. Grooms, feed your gentlemen!)
Mr. Dragon was worried that he’d have to walk by me if he was going to throw up, but apparently just hearing that the front door was open, and he was allowed to go upstairs, was enough for him to keep it in.
And, with that, Rozy came back into the house and said, “They’re ready any time now.”
Whaaaat?! Things moved into fast-forward again. All of a sudden everyone was lining up at the door, instead of in the yard like we had planned, and my mom was getting ready to walk the little girls down to an easier starting point (also a deviation from the original plan). I wasn’t sure if we were ready, if the guys were ready, if our music was ready to be cued up, but the girls were a yellow blur, streaming out the door.
The rain had stopped for a few minutes, though we still had the mini-tent set up just in case. Looking back, we both kind of wish we had pushed for the little tent to be removed, but I didn’t even notice it at the time. I guess Mr. Dragon was on the same wavelength, according to his post! My mom told us the next day that it was an insurance policy—had it come down, they figured, it would have started raining.
I, being utterly confused, just kept repeating, “When am I walking?! Where am I walking from?!” as the girls flew out the door, one by one. My dad assured me he had it under control, and with that, we stepped out of the house and into the sun.
Were you calm and cool as you waited to walk down the aisle, or were you more like me?
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All images by Rozy Seitz—those marked with an asterisk were edited, with permission, by me.