I wanted to wait as long as possible before I got dressed in the hopes that my mom would be able to come help me. I’d always imagined getting dressed with my mom there to assist with putting on the final finishing touches, but like me, she was running behind (in case you were wondering where my lack of punctuality comes from). It was around 4:15 when she finally came rushing through the parlor doors, and I breathed a sigh of relief as she helped get me into my gown.
I wore a petticoat underneath my dress, and with it on, I totally couldn’t see my feet. So, my lovely ladies helped me get into my shoes.
James then took a few solo shots of me before adding the girls in for a few shots together.
Our flower girls got in on the action…
…as did my ladies! They each got a glamour shot of their own.
Meanwhile, I pinned my mom’s corsage on for her…
…and she returned the favor by helping me put on my veil.
And then came one of my favorite photos of the day. This is a picture of me and my mom, and if you look closely, you can see a photo sitting in my bouquet. That’s a picture of my mom on her wedding day with HER mom, standing in the exact same spot in the exact same room as we are in this photo! Totally sentimental, and totally amazing. This was one of the many reasons why I was so excited to get married in the same church that my parents did.
My mom finished helping me with the details by securing the bracelet containing my handkerchief made out of my great-grandma’s wedding gown around my wrist.
And then, Mr. A’s gift and love letter to me arrived! Wanna know what he got me?
The only person missing now was Papa Dillo! My bridesmaids left the parlor in search of him, but came back without any luck. By now it was almost 4:45, so I was starting to get a little nervous that we’d be running behind schedule, and everyone kept coming in and going, “the wedding starts at 5:30, right?” Um, NO PEOPLE, the wedding starts in 15 MINUTES! And then my mom said when people and guests had asked her, she told them all the wedding started at 5:30 and I was really starting to get anxious. Were people not reading their invitations? Why was I the only one who seemed to know what time the ceremony was supposed to start? WHAT THE HECK WAS GOING ON??? I kept my cool, though, and figured what was done was done. This ceremony was happening in 15 minutes, and the people who showed up on time would be there to witness it. Everyone else could just come and eat cake. Whatever.
Was there some serious miscommunication on your wedding day? Did you freak out or keep your cool?
Up next, Papa Dillo arrives, we take more pictures, and then it’s GO TIME!