With dinner completed, it was time for the father/daughter dance, to the stylings of “Isn’t She Lovely” by Stevie Wonder.
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Though our wedding is absolutely “ours,” there have been a few wedding-related topics in which Mr. Tractor is less than invested. It took me a while to come to terms with this, but what I’ve figured out is this: it’s not that he doesn’t care about themes or flowers or decor, but he knows that I care a lot, and, as always, he wants me to be happy with what we decide. That said, we still make all of our wedding-related decisions together, so sometimes Mr. T finds himself weighing in on things like stamps, or envelope liners, or what particular shade of coral is the perfect balance of pink and orange. And I am very thankful to him for this.
One decision that, I swear, took absolutely no discussing, convincing, or leg pulling was our decision to take dance lessons to prep for our wedding. One day, I emailed Mr. T a link to information on lessons at a local studio, and within a few hours he emailed back, “All signed up for August!” I mean, I should’ve known. I already told you all how he’s a dancing machine, and he’s generally game for anything, but I was surprised (pleasantly!) at how enthusiastic he was about the whole thing!
I applaud couples who are organized enough to start dance lessons months before the wedding. The Pin Cushions were not nearly this with-it. In fact, not only did we not take any dance lessons, we 1) didn’t even rehearse once and 2) didn’t pick our first dance song until a few days before the wedding.
Perhaps that lack of preparation led to us looking a bit bewildered on the dance floor.
With toasts over it was time for one of the most important parts of the wedding—the cake (from Baker’s Pride)! You may remember our amazing cake tasting, which was basically us sitting in Forsyth Park eating cupcakes and drinking champagne. We decided on a three-tier round cake with a hummingbird top and bottom layer, vanilla center layer, and white buttercream frosting. You may also recall the gold fleur de lis cake topper I planned on using. Well, we got onto the dance floor for our first dance, and I got my first glimpse of the cake.
Unless noted, all photos by Ashley Daniell Photography
My courtship with Mr. Rooster was nontraditional, to say the least (read up on our bonerversary if you need to catch up). There was never a “first date,” nor can I remember the first song we danced to together. The period we spent getting to know each other was marbled with group dates, happy hour meetups, and conversations in the break room at work. But it all came to a head one night at a Corey Smith concert.
I remember the day Rooster asked me to go to the concert with him. It was the first time that I realized we were kinda, sorta, totally a thing. He stopped me in the hallway at work one June afternoon and asked what I was doing July 17th.
Guys, in case I haven’t stressed it enough already: I love to dance. Seriously. LOVE IT. So naturally, I wanted our reception to be the best party of my life, and for that, you need a kick-ass DJ. Our DJ actually came highly recommended from our photographers, and even though he was a little more than we initially wanted to spend, it was well worth the money. We met with Mark twice before the wedding and gave him some direction about the type of music we liked, but pretty much let him do his thang. In fact, we didn’t even provide a “do not play” list because, really, there are no songs that were that offensive to us. I did provide a “must play” list with a dozen Cuban songs, but only because I knew they would be overlooked otherwise. (I will go into a little bit more detail on that in my next post since many of you inquired about my Cuban playlist.)
I already mentioned that we had our first dance right off the bat, so the dance floor was open very early on, and our guests certainly didn’t waste any time. In fact, the dance floor was packed in between each dinner course, and it stayed packed all the way till 3:00 AM, when we had to close the party down.
Everyone was out on the dance floor, from our adorable flower girls (and their Barbies)…
I’ve already mentioned that my dad and I share a special bond, so we were both really looking forward to the traditional father-daughter moments, like him walking me down the aisle. A few months before the wedding, my dad told me how excited he was to speak at the wedding. My mom is really shy and hates speaking in public, so she let my dad do his thing while she looked on proudly.
Hello, everyone. Thanks for being here and sharing this important moment with me and my wife and our family. October XX, 1985 was one of the happiest days of my life; it was the birth of our beloved Mrs. Waterfall. From that day, a lifetime contract started and there is no possibility of termination whatsoever!
I’m not the kind of girl who has dreamed of her wedding since she was five, nor have I ever wanted to be a princess. So when Monsieur P and I first got engaged, we sat down to figure out what kind of wedding we wanted.
As a couple, we’re pretty mellow. We like good food and good drinks. Neither of us likes to dance, though we’re not averse to going out, because we’re both chatterboxes and we like to socialize. Neither of our families is very big on drinking or partying, either. Because of these personality traits, my plan was that we were in a perfect situation to have a low-budget, intimate wedding with a cocktail reception, rather than the more common dinner-and-drinks-and-dancing evening reception.
I thought this was a perfect plan for us, not only because it suits us, but because we’re both pretty cheap when it comes to paying for things that we don’t deem worth spending a lot of money on. We like to travel, and we like to have nice things, so we spend money on those things. But to spend thousands of dollars on a frivolous party? No thank you.
Happy Valentine’s Day, hive! We don’t really do anything special to celebrate the holiday, since we’re usually just getting over the madness that is the anniversary-birthday-Christmas marathon in December, but it’s still a chance for a little something sweet. I’ll be celebrating by getting my wedding dress fitted during the day (squee!) and then cooking a nice dinner with Sphinx at home.
In honor of the day, I figured I’d share something very lovey-dovey: our first-dance song.
Lots of couples seem to struggle and search for the perfect song, but this was the one wedding detail that I had figured out years ago. I shared my idea with Sphinx years before we were engaged, and he agreed it was perfect (without freaking out at all—so he’s perfect).
His family is pretty big into The Beatles, and Sphinx introduced me to this song sometime early in our relationship. I had never heard this one, and I loved it. When we would text, email, or write letters or cards, we would usually include a “P.S.: I love you,” naturally, without consciously copying the song. When I’d ask him what was making him smile like that he would say “you, you, you.” And the song is about a long-distance relationship, waiting to see each other again, and that’s how we spent the first five years of our relationship. It’s also a nice upbeat song, it’s classic, and best of all…
When we met with our DJ the week before the wedding to finalize the schedule for the evening, he suggested that we transition into our first dance right after our entrance. I, in my very limited experience, had never heard of this before, so I was rather hesitant, but we decided to trust the professional, and now that it’s all said and done, can I just say that he was right on the money! Going straight into our first dance made the evening flow so much more smoothly. For starters, all of our guests were already standing for our entrance, and our best friends were gathered around the dance floor, so it was a really seamless transition. Plus, since we had such a high-energy entrance, the momentum just kept building and building. It also allowed us to “open” the dance floor right away, which was a great thing, because our guests tore it up in between courses! If you’re on the fence about getting the first dance out of the way as soon as possible, I say do it. It worked for us!
I didn’t share our music selections with the hive before now, but mostly because we didn’t make a final decision until a few days before the wedding. For most of the time we were dating, our song has been “Collide” by Howie Day, so we always assumed it would be our first dance. However, once we got engaged, we felt like maybe the tempo was too slow. We were feeling pretty self-conscious about being the center of attention for three and a half minutes and didn’t really want to do the awkward high-school sway. We spent months looking for alternatives, among them many ballads by my two favorite artists, Juan Luis Guerra and Gavin Degraw. Eventually, we settled on “Where You Are” by Gavin Degraw because it had a very waltzy tempo and lovely lyrics.
We even considered taking a few dance lessons to spruce things up, but as it turns out, dance lessons are expensive, yo! We decided to skip the lessons but practice dancing at home a few times. Well, we never got around to it, so the week before the wedding, we figured we ought to practice at least once in our living room, and “Where You Are” just felt wrong, like we were trying to be something we weren’t. In the end, we said “to hell with it” and chose our song for our first dance and don’t regret it one bit. Sometimes, we get so focused on putting on a show that we forget what weddings are really about: the couple and the love they share. Well, if our relationship was made into a movie, “Collide” would be the soundtrack, and it wouldn’t have felt right having our first dance as husband and wife to anything else.
As soon as we finished our entrance, I handed my bouquet to MOH Long Legs and the DJ started playing our song.
Oddly enough, we were so focused on each other that we didn’t even notice the cameras, or the 150 people that were staring at us.