Invigorated! Oh, and The Ceremony, Part II
Thursday, January 7, 2010 at 10:57AM I feel so alive after writing yesterdays post, reading the groovy comments and getting a little lost in the blogosphere last night. How lame am I? I don't care. I don't. I made an effort yesterday not to just scroll down through my Google Reader, but to investigate out and about and I found some really great reading. I highly encourage y'all to do the same when you've got the time. Tip: Good blog writers generally have interesting reads on their blog rolls. Check 'em out.
Where was I? I think I was walking down the aisle? Yes, I think so. When I first walked in with my Dad and everyone stood up I was thinking:
"What do I look at? Who do I look at? Oh! There's Marie! Hi, Marie! Oh, her dress is so pretty. That must be her new boyfriend. Oh! Don't cry Michele, you're gonna make me cry. Oh, and there's Spud (it's a nickname) and he's wearing a TIE! Oh, the big wreath looks so pretty. There's the guitarist. This is a nice song. Am I walking too fast? Man, there are a lot of cameras. I don't see my mom. She should be in the front. Oh, there's a tall person. She's probably behind him. My hand feels sweaty. Am I sweating? Ew. What's my veil doing? Will the guitarist end the song right? I never noticed those art deco lights before. The light in here is gorgeous! My dad's jacket feels scratchy. I wonder if he feels scratchy."
This all happened in my head in about 6 seconds.
And then I remembered a piece of advice a sorority sister gave me.
*Interruption - Yes, I was in a sorority. Delta Zeta at Indiana University. I joined for a few reasons:
1. I had transferred to IU, was a sophomore and knew NO ONE.
2. Midwesterners aren't the most welcoming group of people, compared to Southerners. I was having a tough time with that and thought joining a sorority would help. I was partially correct.
3. Indiana is a "dry" campus and they only way to get into a party was to be in a sorority/fraternity. So you could actually say that I joined a sorority to get my drink on.
4. Yes, we sang songs, clapped and wore matching t-shirts on occasion. This wasn't as bad as you might think.
5. Rush - yes, it's as bad as you might think.
6. I have to say that my house was cool in the sense that it wasn't about beauty queens (though we had our share), cat-fights (though they did occur) or being a skinny bitch (yup). There were cliques and there was bullshit, but looking at it in its entirety? We were an amazingly eclectic group of women from far and wide and we were smart (in the Top 5 GPA every semester). We donated our time and energy to philanthropic adventures. It was even fun at times.
7. I continue to have great relationships with a handful of women though so much time has passed. Hence the advice, that I will get back to now. *
So the advice was to make sure I looked at The Candyman. To make sure that I paid attention to what was said, to what I said and to get into the moment versus being swept away by it. So that's what I did. I zeroed in on The Candyman and my mind became crystal clear!
I think The Candyman was about to do one of two things here. He was either going to A) take a trip to Giggletown or B) cry. Neither occurred. Whew!
Words, words, words. Gettin' hitched.
Listening to the poem The Candyman wrote. My MOH looks a little bored, don't you think? I think maybe she was just listening really hard. ;)
RING TIME!
Aw, Mom! Don't cry! I love how my Dad is holding my mom's hand. The Candyman will probably get irritated at me for this, but he says this picture makes him sad. It's the empty space next to his Dad, where his Mom should be. She passed away when The Candyman was 11. After he told me, it made me sad too.
Time for The Candyman's ring!
OK, so I love the progression of these next couple of shots. Check out the MOH's face too! I know she's looking at her daughter, The Flower Girl!
WE'RE MARRIED!
And that's how you get married, folks. Nothing to it, right? We had a grand time, that's for sure. Neither of us cried, thank GOD! There was a little humour involved, always good at a wedding. There was a little gooey romance, a touch of God, a lot of spirit and the most important thing? Love. It's all about the love. It's all you need.
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...and just like that you made me cry. Thank you kristen Steele for capturing the amazing shot of the parents at the front for us! and that kiss. damn girl!
aww these photos capture so much bliss! love them :) and i had similar thoughts running through my head right before i walked down the aisle. luckily, half way through, i caught the hub's eye and it was all focus from there :)
Fantastic post. :)
CONGRATULATIONS! You look beautiful and so so happy.
I'd love to do it all again!
Starting with the advice section of this post and onwards, I got all teary. I love these photos. I love the honest raw emotion on all your faces. I love the love.
Side note: this post also just reminded me of why we get wedding photography: it's not to cover our homes in artsy-fartsy narcissistic pieces of art (though I'm a huge fan of artsy-fartsy photos and art), it's to capture these moments accurately and elegantly so we can hold onto them when we're 50.
So pretty ....
Small world: I was a Delta Zeta too! :)
All I'm laughing at is that you made the post a "Part". Style me pretty much? If I see a part 17, I'm flying to Nashville for an intervention.
Btdub, what are you supposed to look at? Your husband? I don't know. I have forever for that. I enjoyed making notes about my guests and rating their attire at my wedding. Tie and Jacket :l ove me. Khakis and button up. Off the xmas list!
I don't know if you were thin before but wow, you look good. And the Candyman's face, so adorable. The photo just before the kiss is wonderful. Again, congratulations.
Susie - The "parts" are a little SMP, aren't they? Maybe I should refer to them as sections or chapters? Pods? Compartments?
Amber - Yes, I am about that size. I did drop a few pounds the week of the wedding, I guess from stress. Thanks to my Dad's incredible Christmas feast, I'm now working off a few extra!
Becca - Agreed. The story that my photographer's pictures tell makes me goose-bumpy all over.
Oh, I love the new site! It's beautiful! And you got your photos finally! And THEY'RE beautiful! Oh, everything is beautiful. Let's have lunch soon.
I am loving your recaps girl! :)
The Candyman does not cry... ever,... nor was he about to cry. But he may have been suppressing a major case of giddy giggles. Maybe.
If I remember correctly, the Flower Girl was reacting to the major kissing going on, and I was reacting to her. She thinks kissing is gross and often covers her eyes when she sees it in books or movies, so, you know, that kiss was quite the shocker for her.