Our priest started off our ceremony with an opening prayer and a speech about how our decision to get married was a “gutsy move,” a “huge act of faith,” and “a bad case of the warm fuzzies.” I can’t/don’t want to transcribe his whole speech, but he basically just said we wouldn’t be here without being taught by our friends and families how to love, and that we had no idea what was in store for us in the future (because we are young, naive, and stupid, basically—again, I’m paraphrasing). You can hear this poignant speech in our video if you so desire. We had Mr. Unicycle’s brother/best man do the first reading, then there was a responsorial psalm, and then my cousin did the second reading. Next was the gospel and homily. We don’t have a written copy of the ceremony, and out wedding video is edited so I can’t provide a word-for-word script, but that would be boring anyway. We didn’t get to choose most of what was said; we chose from a few options for readings, but that was it. Instead, enjoy the pics!
Sometimes math gives me a headache. OK, actually it always gives me a headache. I am amazed at where I am today considering how poorly I did in college calculus. (I’m not looking to give details, but just know there were no As, Bs, or Cs involved.)
I am definitely a big-picture person. I can see the big vision, but often get bored with all the details that help achieve it. As I discussed previously, I was getting pretty pumped to have a grand feasting table that would weave in and out of the trees at our reception site. After looking at a few rental companies, I realized serpentine tables were what I needed. Used properly, serpentine tables can look fantastic.
After feeling confident in my table decision, I started to panic about how the tables would be set up. I worried the layout wouldn’t work out, and I wanted to confirm the space would fit our guest count. So I waited until my mom was in town, gathered the rest of the troops (aka Christi, my coordinator, as well as the florist I am using, Arlene Floral Designs), and had everyone meet at the reception site. Arlene showed up with this bad boy:
The end of our reception was kind of an emotional roller coaster, so buckle in, hive. A little while after our little Cee Lo induced dance-fest, I looked around the reception room and realized that it was really just immediate family left. Our photographers approached us and I knew what was coming: they were leaving too. It wasn’t even 9:00 PM yet—the sun was just setting!—and our reception was basically over.
So there I was, watching the sun set on my wedding day while parents, aunts and uncles, and, of all people, my groom, tore down the day that was 12 months in the making. The music was turned off. The tablecloths were rolled up off the tables. The candles were blown out. The icicle lights were unplugged and taken down. The cake was boxed up. All of the details I had planned to perfection were gone in an instant, and we were alone in an echo-y, generic banquet room. I sunk into a chair at a table with MOH Lefty and Wizard Aunt and she asked me, “Are you sad?”
I tried to shrug it off but I could feel the dam breaking. “Yeah”¦a little”¦” That was all it took to bring on the deluge. I collapsed into Lefty’s shoulder and sobbed. It sounds so shallow and superficial and priorities-in-the-wrong-place, but let’s be real: It’s a little bit upsetting for a bride to see her wedding day disassembled around her earlier than planned. Especially because at that moment I was feeling embarrassed, wondering what I did so wrong as a host that caused the mass exeunt practically the moment guests had finished their cupcakes.
Today’s post is inspired by the fact that I had to bring my engagement ring to the jeweler for its first annual cleaning yesterday. I dropped it off at the jeweler who sold FH my ring (and who of course was trying to upsell me on the male and female wedding bands!—but apparently she gave FH a great deal on my ring so we’ll definitely consider her for the bands), which got me thinking about how I’ve been taking care of my ring, so just wanted to share that with you guys.
Hello there, fellow illustrious members of the hive! Can you believe it’s almost 2013? I thought I needed to write at least one last post before the new year to wrap up a few things before we start the final stretch of wedding planning. I feel kind of bad about being sort of quiet around these parts lately, but if truth be told, not much wedding planning has been going on in the Armadillo household. What HAS been going on around here, though, is presents. ALL KINDS OF PRESENTS! Wanna know what I got for Christmas this year?
Seriously, when I opened that Kitchenaid mixer Mr. A got me for Christmas this year, I was rendered completely speechless. Admittedly, it was the one item on our registries I reeeeeally wanted but figured no one would buy for us since it’s a tad bit on the pricey side”¦and Mr. A went off and bought it for me, himself! I guess he figured it’s the gift that keeps on giving, especially since I’ve already used it twice to bake some delicious goodies for him! I’ll admit I’ve been kind of obnoxious with it, but who wouldn’t want to use a sweet piece of culinary machinery like that any chance they’ve got? (“Scrambled eggs for breakfast, you say? Hold on”“I have the appropriate machine for this now. I got this.”)
I also received a very important piece of Weddingbee paraphernalia in the mail the other day from Mrs. Potion:
…And so began Mr. W’s note that he sent up with Bridesmaid K, along with a pretty little teal box wrapped up in white ribbon. Swoon.
(I am absolutely mad for any movie starring Audrey Hepburn, but especially Breakfast at Tiffany’s…When Mr. W and I were in New York, right before he engaged me, we had breakfast at Tiffany’s. Well, I did, and Mr. W went along with it. What a man.)
Everyone made me read the note aloud, and soon we all let out the first round of tears of the day.