Once everyone was successfully herded into the chapel, it was time to get married.
The rehearsal paid off, since everyone floated down the aisle perfectly.
Mr. Sew and his paternal grandmother
Mr. Sew’s brother and their maternal grandmother
Mr. Sew’s parents
Sewing-Mom and brother
Well, everyone did a good job except for the bride, I should say.
Anxious like none other, I preempted my queue and dragged my dad down the aisle at a near sprint.
The song we chose was an orchestrated version of Final Fantasy VIII – Fragments of Memories.
It starts nice and flowy, and eventually picks up into something of a march (around the 2:40 mark). I was supposed to start walking at the march part.
However, the march didn’t actually start until I was up at the front, grinning stupidly at my almost-husband. Oops.
Mr. Sew later confided his disappointment in my lack of musicality, but secretly I think he was pleased at me rushing to meet him like an obsessed groupie.
At the altar, Pastor E asked who was giving me away. I know there’s good reason not to like this tradition—as I am certainly not anyone’s property. But here’s how I’ve come to see it: before Mr. Sew came along, the “owners” (after God, of course) of my love, priority and general day-to-day craziness were my immediate family members. They were the first I ran to when I had news, the first I complained to when something was wrong, the first I asked for help with decision making and the first to whom I confided my plans. That person is now Mr. Sew.
So when my father proudly answered, “Her mother and I [give Miss Sew to be married],” I had absolutely no complaints. To me, it speaks to my parents’ willingness to take a backseat to my husband’s needs. My family will always be my family, but now Mr. Sew is my primary family—the one I am most responsible for caring for.
Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. – Genesis 2:24 KJV
So finally, with a kiss on the cheek from my father, I stepped up to the altar to join my beloved.
And then it was just me
and Mr. Sew
on the verge of becoming husband and wife.
(All images by Terra Photography)
Our wedding week in review:
- We took care of some last minute DIY details, and officialized everything.
- We vacationed with our out-of-towners, and threw a yummy welcome beach brunch.
- Mr. Sew saluted an angry dragon during our wedding rehearsal, and we sniffed at our dinner.
- Wal-Mart crashed my bachelorette.
- The women magically transformed, and Mr. Sew tied me into our dress.
- There was a windy photo shoot on the beach, and then we hung out at the chapel in flat shoes.