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After Zeb and I were finished taking family portraits we sent everyone but our bridal party over to The Biltmore to enjoy a little down time before cocktail hour began. We had a two hour Catholic gap, as most like to call it.
We took a few formal pictures in the church courtyard but as you’ve probably already noticed, we aren’t a formal photo kind of couple. Besides, it was getting pretty windy and we were ready for our next destination.
While Zeb and I were busy taking formal portraits every which way with our families, our bridal party was having a little fun with our second shooter.
I squealed with delight when I first opened the CD of pictures that Sara had given me after the wedding. I had no idea the bridal party had taken these goofy photos. I love them so much that they take up a two page spread in our wedding album. Fan-freakin-tastic.
One of the more difficult pre-wedding to-dos was creating a program for our ceremony. I was happy to just not have any, I do, he does, we kiss, nothing really out of the normal right? However, this was one of the things that Zeb wanted and since he let me do whatever I wanted while planning, I conceded.
I was lucky in that I had held on to some programs from weddings we had attended previously. St. Peter and Paul Cathedral had also given us a small packet of information on how to build a ceremony. Also, my wedding planning book had some suggestions as well. Armed with those three resources, I created our ceremony.
The first page had our names, a cleverly hidden Incubus lyric, the date, and church. The fourth page listed our parents, grandparents, and wedding party. You can imagine the first and last pages were the easiest.
The second and third pages were the meat and bones of our ceremony. You already know from my previous entries what songs I chose for the processional.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Can I please have your attention? I’ve just been handed a very urgent news bulletin…
Ron Burgundy image via Old Hat Creative
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With a few final ruffles of skirts and makeup checks it was time to begin the procession. The groomsmen had seated the guests prior to our entrance and were currently standing with Zeb at the front of the church.
Our photographer Sara snapped a few more candid pictures of the wedding party before wrapping it up. The limo was due to arrive soon and we had captured many memories at my childhood home.
It was at this point in the day that I found myself sitting on a couch giving myself a congratulatory pat on the back. We were running ahead of schedule! Even my mother, who is notoriously late for everything, was ready to get the show on the road. I felt a little smug and even a bit impatient. What if our transportation didn’t arrive? Would I miss my own wedding? Oh yes, even a joyous occasion such as our wedding couldn’t quite squash the worrier in me. I tried to soak in completely a few of these moments to myself. I used them to recharge and reflect on the morning of my wedding day.
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August 23 happens to be a pretty significant date in my life. It was the day my Grandmother and Grandfather were married. It was the day that my nephews were born. And it was also the day that my first post as a bee went live, one year ago. It’s been a wonderful year full of highs and lows, a lot of excitement, and gratitude that I’ve had the opportunity to share this community with you. I can’t believe one year has passed already and my time here as an active bee is nearing an end. I’ve got plenty of recaps to show you still. I plan on milking that for as long as you will have me.
Safari Bees, can you believe it’s been a year? I sure can’t.
Okay, enough babbling… to celebrate my one year Anniversarbee, I give to you my PWC.
First, the before picture:
And now the after:
Well, there’s not much of an opener to this post. It’s a bunch of pictures of… ME! I like me, hopefully you like me too. Otherwise, you’re probably going to want to skip this one. Love, hugs, and kisses.
It was the day after Christmas last year that I received a hesitant phone call. I think Bridesmaid Happy was a little nervous to tell me that she was expecting. I was ecstatic. It was the best news I had heard in a while. Although I was a little upset that she didn’t wait for me because we were totally supposed to have our babies at the same time. (BTW, Congratulations BM Happy on your new bundle of joy! He’s perfect!)
I didn’t worry about the pictures or the dress or the implications her joy would have on mine. I knew Happy had unknowingly picked a comfortable dress for a growing bump. I was excited to welcome another member of our wedding party. Oh yeah, and I LOVE BABIES!
With the growing trend of adult-only receptions I’ve noticed a decrease in flower girls and ring bearers. Later in my recaps I will show you how inviting children came to bite me right in the ass. I’m still a little raw about it so it’s best that I wait to describe it. (This is me telling you that I wholeheartedly support your individual decision on whether or not to have children attend/participate in your nuptials.) Back on subject, I wanted to include some of my favorite little people in our bridal party. Looking back, I am so glad we choose to have some of our favorite children with us.
Our church required that children participating must be at least five years of age. Our flower girls were six, a perfect age in my opinion. They took direction, were excited, had fun, and helped with the little ones. Our ring bearers were three. It’s not an ideal age for taking direction but I was very flexible with everything from attire to how we could bribe them to get down the aisle. Okay, so I might not have mentioned to the church that our ring bearers were slightly under the age limit. My nephews mean the world to me and there was no way that I would not have them participate. It was only fitting they be a part of their favorite auntie’s wedding day. Luckily the church didn’t ask and my nephews were able to participate.
I would be lying to say that it was smooth sailing with the children.
After I finished getting ready we headed outside for some formal pictures. I’ve mentioned before than my father is a truck driver. He often receives compliments on how clean his truck is. He prides himself on the cleanliness of his truck so much that I often woke up to cold showers when living there. He’s got a hot water spigot outside for winter washing. One Christmas card we sent out was a picture of him washing his truck in a blizzard with our German Shepard by his side huddled in a mound of snow. There was never any doubt that Dad’s truck would be a part of the pictures.
I know, I know. Who wants to look at pictures of strangers? Well, I never know where you fine bees will find inspiration. Also, I think Zeb is one fine mother trucker. He totally deserves this post! (Right TheFutureMcBride? 
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Boys have it so stinking easy on the wedding day. They roll out of bed after the girls have been up for four hours, shower, dab a little cologne, stick themselves into tuxedos (which of course they haven’t unzipped from the bag since they received it) and ponder how to properly fasten a boutonniere. Actually, our boys had to get up pretty early in the morning because they all went for hot shaves at a local barber shop. Still, they’ve got it easy!
While Sara Zarrella was busy snapping away at my parents’ house, our second shooter Lauren raced three miles down the road to Zeb’s parents’ house to capture the boys. Zeb took the morning to contemplate his momentous luck in landing himself such a wonderful bride. You can totally see how serious he is about getting married in the following pictures.
It was finally time to slip into my dress. I had a brief moment of how am I supposed to shimmy this thing on without everyone seeing my lovely lady lumps. Sara Zarrella informed me that I would be in the room alone to pull the dress up. When I was ready she’d call in the reinforcements to raise the zipper and fasten the buttons. I was grateful for my few moments alone to gather my thoughts on what I was preparing to do. I had waited my entire life to slip on a gown as beautiful as Adeline. What can I say? I’m a true girly-girl!
My paparazzi gathered around to watch me ready myself when I was half dressed. My mother was anxiously awaiting her moment to help me.
Alright, let’s do this, friends. Without doubt, my favorite part of the morning of our wedding was slipping on that beautifully constructed garment, my dress, Adeline.
We were running early, score! While some were grabbing a little lunch or organizing accessories, I was busy flitting around the house making sure everyone was comfortable and ready. Errrr, maybe I was trying to preoccupy myself to make the time go by faster. I could not wait for our photographer to get there so I could finish becoming the bride I had waited so desperately long for.
After what felt like hours, hours I tell ya, Sara Zarrella had arrived and I eagerly greeted her from my parents’ front window.
Video via YouTube - Song written and performed by Incubus
…and so the day of our wedding had finally arrived. I hopped out of bed at 6 AM to the welcoming glow of a gorgeous sunny day. I did everything I could to contain my excitement and not run screaming naked through the streets of my childhood neighborhood. It was here and boy, was I ready.
The girls and I grabbed some breakfast in the kitchen between conversation before heading off to Allure Salon in Swansea, MA to get our hair done.
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Mrs. Zebra, Providence, RI Age and Occupation: 24 Marketing/Costume Designer Fiance's Age and Occupation: 26 Management/Firefighter Engagement Date: December 12, 2008 Wedding Date: March 2011 Venue: The Providence Biltmore About Me: I'm a small town New England girl with an affinity for procrastination, crossing the proverbial line, and putting her foot in her mouth. I'm a lover of history, all seasons, sewing and Incubus. I design costumes on the side for my old high school's theatre department, which is where I met my sexy man. Our motto for our Big Fat Lebanese/Portuguese/Irish near-300 person wedding is "the more the merrier"! We are marrying in a Catholic ceremony and are hammering out the details of our Victorian-inspired reception.
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