Two o’ clock. October 4, 2008. And my fiance is waiting for me beneath the pines. Check my hair. Check my makeup. Check my dress… a little loose. I guess the seamstress forgot to put the clasp back on after altering it… but no worries, now I’m being sewn in (just a little added fun for the wedding night). 😉
A scout runs out to make sure the guests and Mr. Espresso are ready as well, so our photographer captures the room.
My Aunt Linda and Mama Espresso. My mom is so full of happy tears right here.
My wonderful cousin holds my bouquet for me as I fluff and hug.
Our flower girl Madison was definitely not shy in front of the camera. I gave her a few “Princess” items before the day began to make her feel more special. Here she is posing with her tiara and wand:
My dad and step dad came in to tell me it was time.
The guests were ready.
So I took one picture with my beautiful, favorite, and only sister really quickly…
And started on my last walk as his fiance. Ethan, our ring bearer, ran to me… or rather, our flower girl. They were excited. I was floating. The reception decor was everywhere around me. I didn’t even glance. My eyes were only looking forward.
The day was here. The air was cold and smelled of pine trees.
Everything was perfect. But everything to me only consisted of one person. And he was there waiting for me behind the trees.
There were my friends and family: black tie, encouraging us, supporting us, and loving us. And I floated behind. Calm and in my own happy thoughts. Flashing back. Flashing forward. Ready. Ready to become the wife of the man I’ve always loved.
Up Next: The Ceremony Begins!
Miss Something? Catch up Here:
Weekend Mountain Wedding: The Dress Comes On
Weekend Mountain Wedding: Fancy Men at Dreamland
Weekend Mountain Wedding: Time to Get Beautified
Weekend Mountain Wedding: Morning Time
Weekend Mountain Wedding: Fancy vs. Not Fancy at the Rehearsal
Weekend Mountain Wedding: The Day Before
Weekend Mountain Wedding: Proof That It Did In Fact Happen
All pictures by Sandra Salisbury