I have always loved me some Coldplay. For years I have wanted to walk down the aisle to “Yellow,” so when I found out that our beloved Vitamin String Quartet had an instrumental of that fantastic song, it was a given that I would walk down the aisle to it. I bought it on iTunes right after we got engaged.
How I was going to walk down the aisle, on the other hand, was not decided until about two weeks before the wedding. When Mr. D and I did our final meeting with Pastor Marty, we not only had to decide our readings, our vows, and the general order of the ceremony, but we had to decide who was going to walk when and how. Up until four months before the wedding, I assumed that my father would walk me down the aisle. However after he passed, we obviously had to decide how I was going to walk down the aisle. Pastor Marty came to the rescue and gave us a brilliant idea.
And so I began my walk down the aisle:
I adore this picture of Mr. D seeing me come down the aisle. A lot of guests said that they were surprised that we had a first look, because they said Mr. D looked like he was seeing me for the first time that day.
I started to make the solo trip down the aisle:
And I started to cry (just a little).
Then Mr. D came to meet me halfway down the aisle:
And we walked the rest of the way together, as one unit, as partners.
And finally we were all in place for our ceremony.
Mr. D and the groomsmen were all about the comfortable footware. It was actually the first time a lot of our guests had ever seen the men in a wedding party wear Chucks. I guess that Iowa was a little slow getting that trend.
As you can tell, I was still a little emotional from my jaunt down the aisle and needed to wipe a tear or two away. Ah yes, more tears. I am proud to say, though, that those were the last tears of the day. For me, that is a freaking miracle.
With the few last notes of my processional song, Pastor Marty welcomed everyone to the church. The ceremony had begun.
Up next: We get hitched, y’all