Weddingbee Blog

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 (for the most part)…

While he waited

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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.
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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 to send him on his way when someone in the room yelled, “It’s Ryan!!” Excitedly I gave her permission to allow our Best Man and my best friend to enter our fortress.

When he entered the room I felt my eyes well up for the first time that day. Seeing my “little brother” all decked out in his fancy tux just minutes before he’d be waiting with my groom at the altar hit me hard. It took all I had to crack a joke about holding him responsible for any makeup malfunctions due to tears. Ry looked like he was having a hard time keeping his emotions under control as well so after a quick embrace and a high five for good luck he was on his way out the door.

Winfield Little

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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 all there, as well as our florist, the lovely Jenna, the female contingent of our awesome photography team, Karen, and our amazing DOC+, Becky. It was a full house that afternoon, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

We began by unpacking and laying out all of our accessories.

Winfield Little

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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 to burn in the Grill.
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“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 bed.

I threw open the curtains, silently praying that the dry weather we had experienced the previous afternoon had held. It was too early to tell, but the sky looked promising and I was already on cloud nine – the perfect day to get married. However, before we could get to that, we had a long day of primping ahead of us.
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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 looked around one last time, taking in the faces of our friends and family and did our best to take it all in one last time.

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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 them things they love but might not spring for themselves” and set a budget of roughly $100 per parent.

The dads ended up with some of their favorite things – booze.
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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 the nature of weddings and the beauty that comes in surrounding yourself with family and friends who have traveled near and far to celebrate your commitment and love. As Mr. L and I scanned the room and took in the faces of our many loved ones we realized truer words had not been spoken and we were once again in awe of the warmth and love within the four walls containing us.
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My mother, sister, and I arrived at La Fogata fashionably late. Upon arrival I was instantly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people scattered about. The restaurant was filled to capacity with the familiar faces of friends and family milling around, laughing and chatting excitedly. It was a beautiful thing.
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“What do you mean ‘the groom’s tux is in Austin’”?!? , I asked the woman behind the counter as she stared back at me blankly, clearly not grasping the severity of the situation. She simply repeated herself offering no assistance whatsoever. I immediately grabbed my BlackBerry and dialed Mr. L, silently praying he hadn’t left the house yet.

“Hi honey… where are you?” He was slow to respond, fearing I’d scold him for getting a late start.

“Um… we’re on the road, about 30 minutes from SA… I know we were supposed to leave earlier, but…” I cut him off to explain that not only did we owe a sizable balance on the tuxes but additionally his was being held hostage in A-town. My sweet sweet groom kept calm and told me to just pay for the tuxes and to call best man Ryan, believing that he had gotten an even later start (remember that the bachelor party had wound down mere hours earlier). While still on the phone with Mr. L, I barked orders at my sister to call Ryan and explain the situation, begging him to stop by the Men’s Warehouse before he left, hoping with every fiber of my being that he hadn’t hit the road yet.

Fate was on our side that afternoon as we learned Ry had just left his place and hadn’t passed the MW yet. He was quick to point out that this unplanned stop would cause him and GMSeth to be a tad later to the rehearsal, but that it wouldn’t be a problem. Back on the BlackBerry I dialed our rock star coordinator, Becky, to let her know we’d all be running a bit late to the rehearsal while I tossed my credit card to Kelly to settle up the tab for the remaining tuxes.

The sky was still charcoal as we headed back to the hotel to regroup. While my sister went to the room to freshen up I hit the hotel bar for (another) glass of Pinot, as my nerves were shot. I took the wine outside and I noticed the clouds began to clear and a sliver of sun started to peek through. I did a little happy dance as I headed inside and became even more excited when I ran into Mr. L and GMRyan M. (we had 3 Ryans in our party!) in the lobby. I hadn’t seen Mr. P in over 24 hours and was ecstatic to be reunited.

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On Friday I woke up bright and early again, this time in my parents’ living room. Mom and dad were up shortly thereafter and we set about gathering caffeine and our wits for the day. My sister/MOH was still dead to the world, but since it was MY weekend I cracked the whip, and soon we were all bright eyed and bushy tailed.

MOH Kelly/Sister and BMChristina chilaxing at the salon

The ladies and I had a big day ahead of us as we had early morning mani/pedi appointments for the entire bridal party and my mom’s sisters, followed by a leisurely bridal lunch at (my fave!) California Pizza Kitchen and an errand or two before the rehearsal and welcome dinner. I was a ball of nerves as I was super excited about all of the fun ahead of us, and scared to death about the weather. The sky was still ominously dark at 10:30AM and you could cut the humidity with a knife, the air was so thick. When we arrived at the nail salon it began to drizzle and I started to shut down. I tried to put on a happy face and made small talk with my girls and the super sweet nail techs, but I don’t think I was very successful.
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Are you ready for some recaps?! Well alright, let’s get right to it! I’ve spent some time thinking about how to structure the posts and I’ve decided that the most logical way to organize them (for me at least) is to go in chronological order, laying the events out in the order in which I lived them…

Thursday, April 16, 2009 was the first day of my wedding vacation. I had to work the days prior and up until that moment it seemed like any other week. I had planned to sleep in that morning since I had been up very late every night that week in a desperate attempt to finalize all of the shopping, packing, and crafting. It was a MAJOR goal of mine to be done by this Thursday and for the most part we hit that target. However, I was so stinkin’ excited to get my party on that I barely slept past 6AM.
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Hey y’all! Have you forgotten all about me yet? I hope not!

Since I am still waiting on our pro photos to make their way to us, I thought I’d entertain you with a few more pics that were snapped by our lovely friend and bridesmaid, L.

Meet Rock, our very good friend and usher:

Rock has a keen eye for fashion and took a strong liking to the beautiful bridesmaids dresses. Although, who could blame him? I mean, they are really pretty… totally something that will be worn again and again after the wedding. Apparently, I’m not the only one who thought so…
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Feliz Cinco de Mayo!

We are BIG fans of this holiday around here! Here’s to a full margarita, sizzling fajitas, and fantastic amigos to share them with!!

On a side note, I hope to have more pictures of that little party we threw a few weeks ago very soon. I can’t wait to share them with y’all!