One year ago

One year ago today, I got up early and put on some jeans and a tank top. 
I went to the hair parlor and got my hair updone. I watched as my sister's hair was curled too. (My stylist was so cool I've since gone back to that place to get my haircut.)
I bought a Coke at the dollar store and chugged it as I flew down the road to the church.
I walked into the back room and saw several of my girlfriends in a state of flurry: fixing hair, putting on makeup, eating.

I hugged everyone, and got to work on my own makeup. I used a coterie of MAC, Nars and Clinique products on my face. They lasted all day.
I wore a flower wreath in my hair. Many people asked me if there was a significance as to why I didn't wear a veil. I liked the scene from "Little Women" where they all wore flower wreaths at Meg's wedding. The March sisters influenced me in many ways.

I put on my dress that I bought at David's Bridal. I wasn't a bride girl. I was way too casual for that. This dress worked. I liked the beading on the back.

I drank lots of champagne. Maybe way too much. I ate some crackers to fill my stomach. It didn't work. I sounded giddy in response to everything.

I took pictures with my sister and bestest girlfriends in the world.

They wore the dresses I let them pick out on their own, based on my favorite colors. It was my first time seeing them altogether. Some of them already had them in their closets. I wanted them to wear what they already loved on themselves.

I took lots of pictures.

 

I pondered my flowers.

And then I waited. 

As other activities happened.

My cue was one particular part of "Clair de Lune." It was also his cue to walk up the aisle to me.

If my father were still alive, he would have probably walked me down the aisle. Instead, I walked with Jeremiah. It worked this way. It symbolized how we wanted our marriage to be -- on equal footing.

I got married.

There was lots of picture-taking. 

And dancing.

And cake. 

In reality, we had way more people show up than the number on the original guest list. Luckily, we had extra food so it didn't matter. It also didn't matter because we felt honored that so many people wanted to see us that day. People from Boy Scouts, and church, and from out of state. It was a giant reunion.

And then, after all of it was done...

We laughed at the newness of calling each other "husband" and "wife," and drove off to the airport for our honeymoon.

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