Our string quartet began to play the opening lines of “The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba” by Handel.
Press play and listen along!
(I love that second picture. Mr. W has the look of a celeb climbing out of a limo, ignoring swarms of paparazzi. My husband, the movie star.)
Next came the families: my aunt and grandma, Mr. W’s parents, and Mama Wallaby (escorted by little brother J):
The groomsmen were obvi pretty antsy to get their moment of fame. They each strutted down the aisle solo—except for Best Man A, who had to lead our shy little ring bearer by the hand.
Then the leading ladies turned heads as they strutted down the aisle, lookin’ flyyyy.
Little C, our niece and flower girl, practiced being a flower girl for weeks. She had the whole “toss, step forward, toss” routine down. But with everyone watching her, she clung to her mama…so she had some company during her walk down the aisle.
Then the music changed…the string quartet began to play the classic “Canon in D.”
Press play and listen along!
(This was another one of those famous game-time decisions of ours. We only hired the string quartet a couple weeks before the wedding, and even then, I hadn’t decided on a processional song. I was leaning toward an arrangement of “Moon River,” the theme of Breakfast at Tiffany’s—and an all-around sweet song—but Mama Wallaby wasn’t so enthused about a nontraditional processional. In the end, we compromised and Mr. W and I picked a pop song for our recessional. Stay tuned for that one!)
My dad squeezed my hand, and we walked out into the daylight, where everyone was waiting expectantly. The music, the beautiful scene ahead, and the sheer emotions overcame me, and I broke down sobbing. (This was no surprise to anyone…I am known to break out bawling during Google commercials, people.)
My better (and calmer) half, Mr. W, stood waiting.
It was such a short walk, from Oak Tree Manor to the front of the aisle. I wish I could have slowed down time to savor those moments—because even though we did a first look, Mr. W and I were both completely overcome with emotion. It was an incredible moment, seeing my best friend standing there. I was ready to say our vows and finally marry that man!
Mr. W suddenly smiled:
And I smiled back, because I knew.
Soon, I was beaming like a crazy person.
Want another look at my sexy groom? OK. I do too.
And with that, our walk was complete. Major bride milestone accomplished. Whew.
My dad gave me a little grin that said, I’ll love you forever, kiddo, even with all of the shenanigans you put your mom and me through.
Then he lifted my little veil over my head. (Poor Papa Wallaby didn’t know anything about the birdcage until our family portraits, and the veil-lifting thing was a little awkward.)
And he gave me a sweet final kiss on the cheek before shaking hands with Mr. W and leaving us to Pastor J.
Up next: vows, bling, and a kiss.
*All photos by the phenomenal Mustard Seed Photography.
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