After we were done with pictures I decided to hide. Guests started to arrive and I didn’t want to be in sight until the ceremony.
The sun started to set in a beautiful way, giving our guest an awesome view while they waited for the ceremony to start, listening to the sweet notes of the Vitamin String Quartet.
Part of my dad’s side of the family in front of the beautiful sunset / Photo by Niece K
Meanwhile I hid in a small tunnel that goes under the pool’s waterfall, alone with my thoughts. And then I started rambling: I can’t breathe, why can’t I breathe? The dress is too tight, but if anything, it’s looser than it was when we were taking pictures and I was fine then. Am I nervous? Is that why I am hyperventilating? Why am I nervous?
Then I realized BM A had been there for a while, just listening to my rambling, ready to get me out of it: I have the car keys, just say the word and we’re out of here, and hive, she meant it. She knew I wasn’t going anywhere, but I’ve known this girl for 23 years, and it would have been out of character for her not to give me the option.
Photo by BM A’s phone. We call it “the ghost.”
I was not going anywhere, but A’s indecent proposal reminded me of the paper strip I had wrapped around my pinky, and the fact that it was blank. I had procrastinated on writing my vows right until the last second—it was now or never.
Over the past nine years I had wrote hundreds of notes and letters for Mr. Toadstool; during my sappy teenage years I could write two-page letters just listing the reasons why I love him, and now, the day I should be able to tell him how much his love means to me, I had writer’s block. After a while I decided to be spontaneous and just write from the heart, even if it wasn’t the most heartfelt thing I’ve told him. With a trembling hand I wrote about three lines (in blue ink) and rolled the paper back up on my finger.
Screenshot from our video by Estudio 54
Right after that our officiant (the judge) arrived. Since we never rehearsed I got out of the tunnel to line everyone up and tell them what to do and when to do it. It was go-time.
Did you get nervous before the ceremony? For those who wrote their own vows, how long before the big day did you do it?