While I was freaking out in the vestibule, our ceremony was just beginning. We chose the classic “Canon in D” for our parents and wedding party to come down the aisle to. I decided to go as classic as possible for the ceremony, because I liked the idea of having a stereotypical, quintessential ceremony that was the same as the kind I’d performed for Barbie and Ken growing up. Also, I once butchered “Canon in D” at a piano recital, so this gave me some closure on that horrifying experience.
Personal pic / Let’s all take a moment to be thankful this outfit and these glasses don’t exist anymore.
First down the aisle were Mr. Unicycle’s parents, followed by my mom escorted by my little brother. Fun fact: At the rehearsal, for some reason the church coordinator kept telling him that he was “just an usher” even though he was a groomsman, and I think he started to feel a little bad about himself. So now I constantly remind him that he’s “just an usher” whenever he’s annoying me.
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When the mothers got to the front, they lit the candles we’d use for our unity candle ceremony later on.
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Next up came the bridesmaids and groomsmen. My maid of honor had to walk alone because the priest wanted the best man to be standing at the altar with Mr. Unicycle already, for “moral support,” I guess.
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Then the music changed to “Here Comes the Bride.” (I told you we went traditional!) Everyone stood up, and my dad and I began our walk toward Mr. Unicycle. I’d like to say I focused on him the whole time, and my freak-out dissipated like sands through the hourglass or something, but I’ll be real: I was still freaking out for the first half of my walk. I remembered to smile about halfway down. Mr. Unicycle seemed amused at my tears.
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I was very relieved by the time I got to the front, partly because the scary walk was over, and partly because Mr. Unicycle has that affect on me. He’s basically the human Xanax. I had to make this collage of The Many Faces of Mr. Unicycle. What a friggin’ hottie. I can’t stand it.
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When we got to the end of the aisle, my mom stood up so she and my dad could both give me away. My dad flipped my veil (we had practiced this ad nauseum because I was so sure he would screw it up, as dads are wont to do), then he and my mom kissed me, and he placed my hand in Mr. Unicycle’s hand.
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And we headed to the front of the church to begin the riveting ceremony!
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What do you think will be going through your head during your walk down the aisle? Will you have tunnel vision, or will you be nervous like me?
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