The Ride of our Lives: But first we must rehearse!
Ok, here goes. I’m officially kicking off my recaps! *Squee*
Whittling down the photos has been a horrifically daunting task. Partly because there are thousands of photos to sort through. Partly because I’m obsessed with every image and detail with the kind of hopelessly googly-eyed love that a mother has for her child. Its freaking hard to choose between your children!
I figure I’ll do an overview post of each main stop along the way, and then follow up with the relevant detail posts, and move on to the next event, and so on. All aboard, the Magic Carpet ride is about to commence!
But wait! Proper theatre nerd that I am, we cannot begin “the show” without giving props to the rehearsal, right?
The day of the rehearsal was, like all other days leading up to the wedding, a hot hectic mess. After running errands in the morning, MaPo, sister Kim, and I went for mani/pedis before the rehearsal, and my mom and sister Dawn met up with us there. I chose a sheer, shimmery frost for my nails after leaving at home the color I had planned to wear (rosy future by OPI). I shook it off and refused to let the brief disappointment harsh my marital mellow.
It was a brief respite of calm before we raced off to change at MaPo’s hotel room and get to the ceremony site, where my future in-laws had been diligently trying not to lose their minds by pruning all the dead leaves off the ginormous manzanita trees that would soon serve as our altar markers.
Groomsman Nick carried in our ceremony box….
Our florist Sarah broke out the butterflies for the trees…
The men carried the beverage table shelter over like it was a parade float
Aw, MaPo! My best lady was just one of many helpful lovelies present.
We just cut those sashes from bolts of fabric our DOC happened to have in stock!
Wedding Fairies! No rehearsal is complete without them.
I remember it being so hard to hold it together when my dad and I practiced our route down the aisle. All of a sudden, it was happening! There I was, (in my swoonworthy rehearsal dress that I had bought nine months previous, and had hidden from Hunter until that day), walking down my aisle with my father.
Um, what comes next?
