This is me right before the ceremony began.
I’m crying. Actually, I take that back. I wasn’t crying, I was sobbing. Sobbing so hard that I could hardly breathe (for the second time that day).
I felt as though I had so much emotion that my body couldn’t help but express it somehow—and it just happened to be in the form of tears the size of chocolate chips, and giant chest heaves.
I was overwhelmed. Not by wedding details, or thoughts of seating charts, or wanting to make sure my hair was perfect, but overwhelmed because this was a life-changing moment. I was experiencing the moment that I had thought about for so many years—marrying Mr. Pin Cushion.
Despite my brain and body being completely overcome with the magnitude of the moment, I would not be able to walk down the aisle if I were a blubbering mess. Thankfully, my mom saved me by singing “Going to the Chapel” until my sobs changed to laughter.
My dad snuck in a quick hug (which threatened to derail my emotions again), and we began sending our friends and family down the aisle.
Our grandmothers were lead down the aisle by grandchildren.
(I find both of these photos hilarious. 1) On the left, my brother looks like he’s thinking “Heeey ladies.” And 2) On the right, Alexis, Mr. Pin Cushion’s sister, is probably saying, “Hurry up, Grandma. Quit dilly-dallying.”)
Our bridal party walked down the aisle in twos (while I practiced my hee-hee-ho breathing to try to remain calm).
And finally. The moment arrived.
The venue staff that were busy barbecuing our reception food nearby stopped to watch us begin our walk and to wonder why the bride appeared to be hyperventilating.
Oh no. You can see my eyes beginning to water again.
Thank goodness I knew my groom wouldn’t mind, since his eyes were just as teary as my own.
During my aisle walk, my eyes were glued to Mr. Pin Cushion. The last two photos show us gazing at one another. (If I were better at technology, I would draw a nice laser beam between our eyes to demonstrate [a la football commentators]). I was completely unaware of the guests (sorry, guests) and could not wait to get the show on the road and call that guy my hubby.
How do you think your emotions will react when you go to meet your SO at the altar? Do you think they will overwhelm you, or do you think you’ll be able to keep them under control?
All photos by the fabulous Steep Street Photography
Pin Cushion Flashback:
The ceremony site gets pimped out.