So when I left off last, Don was at our chuppah waiting for me and our guests were taking pictures like mad. Oh, I should mention that Don MADE that chuppah from the bamboo that grows in our backyard.
<Insert “AWWW” here.>
Yeah, he’s romantic AND handy.
So there he is, waiting for me. But first we have to seat our moms.
Penelope enters on Steven’s arm:
(How pretty is she in her purple dress?)
And then comes my mom, Maggie, with Don’s brother Patrick.
(Speaking of pretty … and she looks so happy, too. See Don? I told you she likes you.)
And FINALLY it was time for me to meet Don on the beach. I was giddy and excited and everything a bride should be. For real. Look:
I know, right? My dad looks just as happy as me.
In fact, he was telling me a cute story around the time this picture was taken. When I was a little girl I LOVED going to the beach all year long. No matter how cold it was though, I always wanted to go in the water. If my parents turned their heads for just one minute, I’d be peeling off my dress and taking off my diaper and headed for the Atlantic.
So my dad was relating this memory and I said, “Don’t worry. I’m not planning to do that today.”
It turns out, getting married on the beach is intimate. The aisle is narrow. The seats are close. People on the end of the aisle are smiling and touching my arm and whispering to me.
And at the end of the aisle is Don, grinning ear to ear and waiting to become my husband.
The first two pictures were taken by Genie Gratto and Tom Bridge shot the last one.
Next up: We say “I do.”
May 11th, 2009 at 10:36 am
I am having such a blast reliving your wedding through these posts — can’t wait to keep on reading!
May 11th, 2009 at 10:53 am
Thanks, Genie! I’m having fun writing them out. It’s a good way to tell people all the stuff they didn’t know at the time, too - like the fact that Don made the chuppah or that he was wearing my grandfather’s tie. Tomorrow you can find out what was REALLY happening when I couldn’t promise to give Don my respect!
May 12th, 2009 at 4:00 am
Ok I just read this and I´m at work and I had to swallow the hard for the tears not to roll down my face.
bisous!
May 12th, 2009 at 9:13 am
Uh-oh, Ciara. I think you’d better wait until you get home to read today’s post. It’s way more of a tear jerker.
May 12th, 2009 at 9:57 am
[...] when we left off, my dad was escorting me down the aisle, Don was waiting at the end and the guests were taking pictures. I didn’t notice at the [...]
May 27th, 2009 at 10:17 pm
Did you know how your mother was crying as soon as the you came over the dune? She said she felt silly, but it was touching…then I was all teary, too! Good thing the we were cold or we might have melted into a blob of tears.