Once we had finished our wedding party pictures and were heading up to the limo, I started to get butterflies in my stomach. You know, those “holy crap I have to walk down the aisle in front of 115 people and I might fall and then I have to sit in front of everyone while they watch me for an hour” butterflies. Yes. I got a little bit anxious. But I tried to push that anxiety down, because I knew that people would (hopefully) be focused on Fr. John, our readers, and the mass itself, rather than on me.
So we gathered our stuff. I think in this picture I am trying to gulp some water down before we leave. It was hot, yo!
Then, because my mom missed out on my “pulling on the dress” pictures, we forced her to pretend to zip me up for posterity. Ha. This picture cracks me up. We look so staged! And my eyes are closed. Jeebus. I am glad I have the next two though, because they are the only pictures of just my mom and me that day. How did that happen?!
Also, I look extremely pregnant here. It’s the ruffles, I swear!
Love my mommy. So much.
The girls got a bit of a touch-up from my auntie. This picture makes me laugh—they are all in a line waiting for their turn!
While we were waiting for the limo, we snapped some quick pictures. Man, I love that bouquet.
My lovely bridesmaids. This is the only shot I have of them where they are all lined up with their beautiful bouquets. So pretty!
The limo finally pulled up and it was time to get this show on the road! Although let’s just say that it was a bit of a disaster. He started driving, and almost immediately, I knew that he was lost. Or didn’t know what he was doing. Or something. I will never know exactly what happened with the limo driver, but I have driven the route from the Club to the Church many times and knew exactly which way to go (it is a pretty straight shot up main streets)—he definitely turned down some random side street where the cars are parked really close together, there isn’t much room in the street to maneuver, and it was nearly impossible for him to make turns. Because it was a long limo. Anyway, I couldn’t really tell what he was saying or what the issue was, but we were basically parked in a random side street in Seattle and I had no idea why we weren’t moving. So I started freaking out a little bit.
Me: Where the eff is the limo taking us??
Mr. CA: Is there any booze in here?
My bouquet: I’m melting!
At least the bridesmaids were all happy. Probably just glad to be out of the sun.
Little Mr. Ring-bearer was chipper too. I think because he didn’t have to stand around for formal pictures anymore
Me: We are stuck. What is happening?? We are never going to make it to the church. We are going to be stuck here forever and I will never get married and I am going to die in this limo. Keep calm, keep calm.
Mr. CA: Calm as a cucumber, as always. Where are we going, again?
At the time, I thought there may have been construction going on in the main street that we were supposed to be on, but there wasn’t. I have no idea why he went the route he did, or why he just randomly stopped. I just had no idea what was going on, or else I would have tried to take charge and tell him where to go. I thought maybe he couldn’t turn the limo or something.
But, of course, we made it…eventually. I just remember looking out the window in a panic while trying to remain cool and collected (probably the exact moment above) and seeing my mom driving her car up onto the curb and around the limo, all the while shouting out her window and waving her arm “FOLLOW ME! FOLLOW ME!” I am pretty sure I also saw her roll her eyes. What a BAMF. She guided the driver the rest of the way. Mom CA to the rescue!
When the limo arrived at St. Joe’s, we hit another snag. I’m not sure how it happened, exactly, but I think the church had it down somewhere that my wedding was happening an hour after it was actually happening (wtf?? how does that happen?!). Or the person who was supposed to unlock the church forgot. No idea. When the limo pulled up (about five—ten minutes before mass was set to start), everyone should have been inside, seated. But no. There was a small crowd outside because no one had come to unlock the door. Um. What?
So I had to stay in the limo while Mr. CA ran into the parish hall to get someone to unlock the door. It really wasn’t a big deal, and someone was there to handle it, but after the limo ride I was feeling quite frazzled. First the limo, now the church. What else could go wrong?!
My last-minute programs.
Man. I thought we had a lot of people at the wedding, but we took up just a smidge of the massive church! Makes me chuckle.
Luckily, once the doors were unlocked and opened, everyone was inside and seated pretty quickly. The groomsmen went over to help escort people, and the bridesmaids and I joined Mr. CA in the parish hall to wait. I even got some last-minute touch-ups from auntie. The butterflies were back, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered—the limo, the church. We were almost married! That was all I could think about.
Did anyone else hit some big snags on their wedding day? Limo troubles? Locked churches? Please tell me I was not alone!
Recaps commenced. Sort of.
I got over my dress regret.
We made it official. Legally.
I stressed out big time.
We did some last-minute prep.
Our wedding day arrived!
The little details fell into place.
I got all gussied up.
The guys got ready.
We had a first look.
Mr. CA and I took “formal” portraits.
We took pictures on a dock.
**All photography by Sarah Rhoads Photography unless otherwise noted**