Despite the forks in the road, and the otherwise bumpy paths that collided and are now the relationship Mr. Prince Charming and I are treading, neither of us flinched when asked about marriage, even in the beginning.
Sure, months into the relationship the last thing we were thinking about was molding our two lives into one. We were dating! It was fun! When it was the two of us, we were able to ignore the glaring bits of life that we managed outside of our relationship. I imagine it’s similar for many people when they begin a significant relationship—being in the presence of that person is the bright spot in your days.
Maybe it’s because we’re older. Maybe it’s because we fell into a very comfortable stride early in our relationship. Maybe it’s because we adore each other. Whatever it is, the people around us noticed. Even those who didn’t truly know us knew well enough that we’d found a really happy situation. The questions about our future plans popped up early and often. We didn’t necessarily brush them off, but we both knew the answer—we’d get there. We’d get married…on our terms, in our time.
After 47 (estimated) trips to the craft store, 13 months of planning, seven tuxedo rental shops, and two cake redesigns, the Puffers are married!
We’re married! / All photos in this post are personal.
Our Friday the 13th wedding went off without a hitch (at least, not a major one), so no bad luck on what some people deemed a questionable wedding date. Two days later, we sailed off into the sunset—literally—on our honeymoon cruise to the Bahamas. Now we’re back at work, eagerly awaiting our pro pics and reveling in our newly wedded life.
OK, before we get rolling on this post, I had to find a way to share the music we played. I’m always a big fan of listening to the music while reading ceremony posts. I had a bit of a hurdle finding the song I walked down the aisle to, and have come up with an alternative solution of embedding an 8tracks playlist. The first song my bridal party walked down the aisle to was “Walk Quietly” by one of our favourite artists (and my personal favourite) Trevor Hall. Spoiler alert—we played three of his songs during the ceremony! They were just the exact vibe we wanted to share. The second song on the playlist, which I walked down the aisle to, was “Head Over Feet” covered by Vitamin String Quartet. This was a surprise to Mr. Narwhal, and every time I listen to this version, it gives me major chills. So hit play and listen as you read along. There are a few other random songs afterward that I had to add in order to complete the playlist.
The guests were all seated and the ceremony was about to begin. We were all gathered at the bottom of the hill and “Walk Quietly” started playing. First, the boys walked my mom down (or up) the aisle, followed by BM Megs and Nelson, and then the rest of the ladies.
MOH Cass was the last to walk up the hill, and once she reached the end of the aisle, the song switched over to “Head Over Feet.” Meanwhile, it was only my dad and me left at the bottom of the hill, and I started to cry. All of the emotions of the day came rushing over me. I had been waiting for this moment with my dad long before Mr. Narwhal ever came along, and I couldn’t have imagined a better person at the end of the aisle waiting for me. An aisle we literally created together after many months of work. I always thought my dad would be the one to get me crying as we walked down the aisle, but in the end it was me. By the time I made it to the guests I was smiling ear to ear, and pretty much stayed that way the entire ceremony.
Sorry for the radio silence, hive. It’s just that, you know, all my time has been spent DOING all of the things lately instead of writing about doing all of the things! But I’ve been busy, and now that I’ve had a chance to catch my breath, I’m back to share some deets.
First things first, we had to find a venue. Knowing that we had a date in mind made it easier to narrow down venues, because they needed to have an opening for our new date. And that was how we ruled out a few places right off the bat.
With the focus on the New Year’s Eve party, most of the restaurant venues got ruled out, because they wouldn’t support the party we wanted to host. I dreamed of a winery wedding, but a winery didn’t really support a winter wedding.
So, I went for the given: hotels/banquet/event centers.
After finishing up at the salon, we still had about an hour and a half until Mr. Clownfish’s and my first look. We stopped for lunch at the local Saladworks, and made our way over to Landis Valley Museum with (what seemed like) plenty of time to spare. As soon as we arrived, I could feel the nerves starting to set in. Most of our vendors had arrived, the chairs were set up on the lawn, and I could see our florist setting up our flowers around the venue space. My groom was on his way, with his groomsmen in tow.
Whoa. This was really, seriously happening. TODAY. In a few hours. Cue the panic.
Somehow I managed to eat half of my salad before deciding that I absolutely had to get into my dress thisveryminute or else I would be late to my own first look. What seemed like so much time had seemingly vanished, and suddenly we were 15 minutes behind schedule. Before I knew it, I had put my dress on, my girls were helping me with my finishing touches, and it was almost time to see my groom!
The room where I had put my dress on was very fluorescent, which I knew would not make for good photos of “the finishing touches.” I had asked Kristina to pick out a nice, shaded spot for me to finish getting ready, and she did not disappoint! I just had to walk around the side of the Country Store to find this spot, which turned out to be such a great spot for these photos.
I haven’t left you out of my whirlwind life cycle—I’ve been around the block. This isn’t my first rodeo.
The girl I was when I planned a wedding for the first time is most definitely not the woman I am today.
My first wedding was a major production with every little detail planned down to the minutiae. It was a beautiful celebration that left me feeling off—like I was watching my life from the outside. There were 250 invitations, a cathedral veil, a five-tier cake, and a favor for every guest. It was all of the things that books, people, and the internet told me it should be. It was exhausting. I remember feeling defeated that day—I was surrounded by a mountain of things that just didn’t feel good. It should’ve felt good.