Outside, there was silence. The doors to the balcony were closed. I stood in the hallway with my parents – the only time that day I was alone with them, so it was a moment to savor. I took a deep breath and grabbed their hands.
I heard the music start up over the rustle of 150 people standing. And then the doors opened. It was time to start walking.
Before getting engaged, I hadn’t thought much about my hypothetical wedding, but for years and years, I’d known two things: I wanted both of my parents to walk me down the aisle, and I wanted to walk down the aisle to their wedding song, “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley. To me, everything about it was perfect. It was a way of honoring them, of thanking them for everything they had done for me (and Stallion!) over the years. It was a way to mark the transition from being my parents’ little girl to being in my own marriage. And it’s a beautiful song in its own right, of course.
All photos courtesy of Aleksey Photography.
The doors opened, and this is what I saw:
That, my friends, is A LOT of people. I definitely got a touch of stage fright, which is probably why I’m looking down in a lot of these pictures. Listen, brides – LOOK UP when you’re walking down the aisle. Or you’ll look dumb in your pictures, like me.
Would it have killed me to look up? Apparently.
And then I rounded the corner, saw Stallion, and this happened:
Yeah, I can authoritatively say that having a first look did not have any sort of impact on that moment when we saw each other at the ends of that aisle. I completely forgot my surroundings; all I could see was my soon-to-be husband standing just a few feet away. It was both the longest and quickest walk of my life.
I don’t remember this happening, but my friend A swears it pretty much killed her. We get to the end of the aisle, and I ask everybody if they’re ready. I guess I was really excited to get going. Maybe it happened and maybe it didn’t, but hearing about it made me laugh.
I do remember this happening, though – my dad asked if I was going to hug him goodbye, and I responded, “Goodbye? Where do you think I’m going?”
And that was my less-than-graceful walk down the aisle. At least I stayed on my feet, right?
And, FINALLY (because I feel like I’ve been saying this for multiple posts now), it was time to get married! Questionable marriage license and all.
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- I humblebrag about how awesome our wedding day was.
- We rehearse and dine.
- A minor marriage license snafu means there might not be a wedding after all.
- The girls get glam.
- The guys escape to the beach.
- We have our first look.
- We take a trolley tour of Cape May.
- The processional begins.