Wedding Blog

Once we made our grand entrance, the wedding party, my new husband, and I took our seats at table number one.

As a slightly neurotic Type A bride, I planned pretty much every minute of our wedding... except for our grand entrance into the reception. Whoops!

I have no idea how it worked out this way (I have a feeling Becky might have had something to do with it) but super awesome GM Seth, who happens to be a born public speaker and never met a microphone he didn’t love, ended up taking the mic and introducing our wedding VIPs in style.

First up, the mister’s lovely mother and her dapper boyfriend:

Before we head over to the reception, I thought I’d take a moment to share a few of the ceremony and cocktail hour details that didn’t make it into the previous recaps (or did, but I loved them so much I felt they deserved another go 'round. Like my amazing bouquet pictured above, Lovebug-style).

Once properly bustled, I quickly reapplied a bit of gloss and headed out the door to enjoy the last bit of the cocktail hour with our guests.

We had areas set up both indoors and out, providing plenty of room for friends and family to roam about.

Our processional path lead us straight into the living room of the country club where we were able to breathe a collective sigh of relief. We took a few moments to regroup with our best friends (and show off the new bling!).

So, I know that the reception usually gets tons of attention, what with the booze flowing and the fancy footwork on the dance floor. However, early on I identified our wedding ceremony as the most important part of our wedding day and tried mightily to ensure that we didn’t lose sight of the real reason we had all gathered together on the golf course that…

This post has been a tough one to write. Every detail up until this point in the day was crystal clear in my memory. However, outside of bits and pieces and flashes here and there, the moments before the ceremony as I walked down the aisle with my father are a bit of a blur. Thus, I’m going to let the photos speak for themselves…

While my father and I spent a few more minutes in the boardroom, the ceremony began to unfold.

Our dear friends and very talented musicians, Mr. Josh Allen and “Sweets” Parcells, had set up their guitars and amps and began strumming their arrangement of an instrumental medley of some of our favorite Beatles songs.

Becky stood guard by the door like my own private security detail, ensuring that I was well hidden until I made my grand entrance with my father. We heard a knock at the door, faint at first, and growing louder with a hint of impatience.

“Um, can I please come in?” a familiar male voice came through the miniscule crack in the door. Becky was about…

While the more masculine half of our group was knocking off in the grill, the girls had some serious business to get down to. We filled the boardroom at the Club to capacity and as I looked around, I realized how incredibly blessed I was to be surrounded by my favorite ladies in the whole world. My mother, sister, bridesmaids, flower girls, and aunts were…

We were all under very strict orders to arrive at the Club no later than 4PM. This made sense for the ladies as we toted our dresses and accouterments to the boardroom and were set to finish getting ready there. The boys, on the other hand, had thrown their tuxes on at the hotel, so they ended up with roughly an hour and a half…

“5:05AM”, the clock read. I figured it was late enough in the morning that I could allow myself to get out of bed. I had been tossing and turning all night long in giddy anticipation, checking the clock on an hourly basis. By the time five o’clock rolled around I realized I wasn’t going to be able to “sleep” any longer and jumped out of…

It was getting late in the evening and although we kept trying to prolong the inevitable, I knew I needed to head back to the hotel and make an attempt at getting a good night’s sleep. I had to keep reminding myself that the evening’s festivities were the pre-game and we still had the big show ahead of us the next day.

Mr. L and I…

As our guests were enjoying their cupcakes, Mr L. and I decided it was a good time to start doling out the gifts we had prepared for our parents and bridal party.

We had spent months trying to decide what to gift our parents, as collectively, they are the types of people who are notoriously difficult to shop for. We picked a loose theme of “buy…

We didn’t have much time to recover from the minor embarrassment of the slideshow, for as the lights came up, our fathers were ready to take the stage and toast us. Mr. L’s dad was up first and kept his remarks short and sweet. A born public speaker, he did a fantastic job in thanking everyone for coming to his little party. He spoke on…