Sweet First Dance
All photos are thanks to the absolutely extraordinary Amilia of Amilia Photography.
While we stepped away for a few minutes to take some more photos at the quarry site, our guests enjoyed a cocktail hour on the patio. They had access to the bar, plus a few snackums. There was a large fruit and cheese display with a Craisin-encrusted goat cheese ball, a pecan-encrusted cheddar ball, and imported and domestic cheeses. We also had spinach- and feta-stuffed mushrooms, and shrimp and grit fritters for our meat-eating guests. Mr. Blue Moon and I didn’t get to try any of it until later, but I can tell you that even the leftovers our wedding planner sent with us to our hotel were the stuff.
As we wrapped up some final couple portraits, our planner got everybody inside for our wedding party’s entrance. We had decided to have everybody announced since they came from all over the country and our families had yet to meet some of our friends.
Mr. Blue Moon and I entered next, and it was a little bit unnerving since we had a first dance looming.
Choosing a song for the first dance was kind of overwhelming (as Mrs. Feather recently described), but we ended up going with “Forget Me Not,” by the Civil Wars, which is one of my all-time favorites.
The lyrics are so sweet and sentimental, and it’s a nice slow waltz-ready song, which I figured even I wouldn’t be able to screw up too much. When I played it for Mr. Blue Moon as a first dance song suggestion, he teared up, so we knew this would be a good choice.
There was a short delay while we waited for our DJ to switch from our entrance song to the one for the dance. Can you tell from this photo that I’m totally freaking out inside? You’re probably savvy enough to have predicted by now that I am a terrible dancer, and you’d be totally correct. We didn’t spring for dance lessons because (a) they were outside of our budget and (b) they just didn’t sound terribly fun. I have seen some amazing choreographed first dances, but our guests are all close family and friends who wouldn’t be expecting anything fancy, and people might actually fall out of their seats in shock if I did anything remotely graceful. Besides, Mr. Blue Moon sort of makes up for my poor skills since he spent a year in cotillion when he was a kid and is thus an excellent dancer in his own right. You’d think I would have picked some things up by now, but my two left feet are hopeless.
Full disclosure, I also changed out of my heels and into the only shoes we happened to have in the trunk of Mr. Blue Moon’s car, which were my hiking boots. I figured that if I was going to botch his beautiful dancing in front of 100 people, I could at least try not to break my neck.
Without further ado…
As usual, Mr. Blue Moon managed to make me look like I halfway knew what I was doing. Bless him for that. Before I knew it, I was having a great time and sort of forgot that we were in front of all these people, instead of in our den at home.
And we got uncharacteristically smoochy, because this song is just that romantic, y’all.
Even though I know I can’t dance, I’m super glad I didn’t chicken out of this. As I’ve mentioned before, Mr. Blue Moon brings out the best and most courageous me, and he makes me feel like I can do anything. We even ended up dancing for the entire song instead of just a minute or so as planned (though we did devolve into prom-style swaying toward the end).
The major takeaways from this would certainly be to bring a pretty pair of flats if you think there’s even a shadow of a chance you might want to change. It doesn’t bother me one bit to pair hiking boots with a wedding gown, but they wouldn’t have been my first choice.
And if you can’t dance, don’t stress! Lessons are great if they make you feel more natural and prepared, but it’s OK to wing it if that’s more your style, too. I think our guests were just feeling the love!
Do you need to catch up?
- My girls and I indulge in some R&R.
- We have a fancy bridesmaids’ luncheon.
- We rehearse, eat, and forget to take pictures.
- I get ready with my girls.
- My dad and I pretend like we are not the most awkward people on the planet.
- We have the hottest first look of all time.
- Our wedding party takes a hike.
- We share all the little details.
- My inner diva comes out.
- We wait impatiently.
- The family and bridesmaids walk.
- I walk down the aisle without embarrassing myself (too much).
- We begin our ceremony with some laughs.
- Our best man saves the day.
- We seal it with a kiss.
- We take advantage of the Tennessee twilight.