I promise I wasn’t forced into marrying Mr. Unicycle, though my photos tell another story.
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
If Adele can have snot during her Grammy speech, so can I on my wedding day!
Also for some reason I thought people couldn’t see me behind the veil. But you clearly can.
I was a nervous wreck the night before the wedding, all the way up to the ceremony. Why? It wasn’t because I was afraid our cocktail hour would be rained out or our guests wouldn’t use our guestbook, or some other detail would go wrong. It wasn’t because I was having second thoughts about marrying Mr. Unicycle (I mean really, how could I?).
I’d marry this guy even if I’d never met him before!
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
I was worried because I didn’t want everyone looking at me as I walked down the aisle. I don’t know why this scared me so much, but the image of all those people staring at me haunted my dreams, and when the wedding party and I headed upstairs to get lined up in the vestibule, I saw that very image in real life.
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This photo still scares me. I wanted to pull a Christina Aguilera/Damian from Mean Girls and say “Don’t look at me!”
As I exited the elevator and saw this I was all “ohhh shiiiit.”
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Everyone else was oblivious.
The waiting in the vestibule was unbearable. I started breathing really quickly and shaking, but everyone else was laughing and joking around without a care in the world.
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
And then all of a sudden, I burst into tears. Not the slow, mournful kind like when you’re watching The Christmas Shoes and the little boy puts those fugly shoes on his mother’s feet. It was the face-contortion-with-monster-wails kind of crying, like this:
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I would have done anything to have seen Mr. Unicycle right before my walk down the aisle, but that would have defeated the purpose of not having a first look. My dad stepped in for consoling duties, and he was pretty good. He told a few dad jokes, which seemed to do the trick.
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Of course my dad was amused at his daughter’s anguish.
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
This is probably how he looked at me when I refused to eat my creamed corn as a baby, too.
My maid of honor inquired about my condition and—get this—she and my dad made fun of me. On my SPESHUL DAY!
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This is one of my favorite photos, because it looks like my dad is getting emotional about his only daughter growing up, moving on, etc. But no, he’s mocking me.
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
What a jokester.
After I wiped my snot away, a la Adele, the others headed down the aisle and I focused on not passing out.
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
And we were off!
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
Did you have to wipe any snot away on your wedding day? Be honest; you’re in good company! And if you’re not married yet, are you dreading the walk down the aisle, or are you excited for it?
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