Our wedding day I woke up pretty early, actually before my parents which never happens. I had brought work out clothes but ended up staying in bed reading on my phone until I needed to get up and shower and go to breakfast. I ended up just picking off of people’s plates that morning instead of going through the buffet. I wasn’t that hungry and also knew there would be food waiting at our venue, the Upcountry History Museum. EL, MD and I had done some grocery shopping Friday so we could have snacks all day rather than a formal luncheon. We had to start on hair and make-up at 10:30am. I had 5 ladies getting their make-up done, an hour per person (not that it actually took that long but plan for it) and three of us got our hair done. My “glam squad,” came from Karma Salon & Boutique and were a somewhat last minute change for me. I think it worked out better because Christina and Brooke were able to come onsite and they were just really great to work with, even though Brooke accidentally took my phone with her when she left! Ha, too funny, but totally ok, she brought it back. They really worked magic on me and I felt gorgeous. I look back at the pictures now and I’m like, that’s me?
My hair and make-up, despite being nervous about it, was perfect. I still looked like me but one hundred times better. Sunday morning at brunch I was basically like, yep the carriage has turned back into a pumpkin and I am no longer a princess as I walked around in sweats and no make-up. The wonderful ladies of Karma also did my mom, MIL, and my sister as well as MD’s make-up. Everyone else did their own hair and make-up and looked beautiful.
Sister of the Bride, MOB, MOG
Saturday was a strange day. I’m not sure how to describe how I felt. Early that morning I lacked energy, even had EL bring me a pillow so I could curl up on the floor for a bit while my mom played with my hair. My stomach was also a little off, nerves probably. I have to say I never once felt nervous or doubtful about marrying P at all but I did have some stage fright and also nerves for the unknown. Maybe anticipation and being anxious is a better way to think of it than nervous. I had also spent months planning this five hours and it’s weird just letting go of the planning and experiencing it. I think I was pretty quiet most of the day, my bridesmaids did most of the talking. And I really didn’t have much to say. I did have my moments where something would occur to me and I’d put my drill sergeant hat on. It’s funny those little moments of panic now that I think back on them. I wrote two letters to P – one to give to him before the ceremony and one that went into a wine box to be opened on our fifth year anniversary. I really liked our wine box ceremony – we bought a bottle of Four Sons from 2008, the year we met and it is now waiting on our wine rack at home.
Once we started to get closer to the time to get dressed I started to feel more energized, excited, butterflies. Especially after I had a couple of bellinis… The photographers, Joshua & Aaron, a wonderful husband and wife team from Columbia, SC, arrived at 3. My sorority little sister, Mimi, also arrived that time as a surprise with a time-honored tradition. It was such a sweet surprise and totally unexpected although I am not surprised these ladies thought about it. If you were a Chi Omega then you probably know about the white carnations and what they mean, if you weren’t, then you don’t need to know. :) We also began a new tradition, although not so new because we took shots before EL’s wedding, but this one will live on. I’m looking forward to seeing the pictures Aaron got of us and also what Josh got of the guys while they were hanging out. The plan had been for them to finish getting dressed at the museum, hence them arriving at 3 with the photographers (which they were actually late) but I guess it wasn’t clear so they showed up dressed, ate pizza, and hung out.
Sisters for life XO
Once I got dressed and had the flowers, which a friend of mine picked up and delivered (I did them through a local grocery store, BI-LO – comparatively inexpensive!), we went down for the ladies pictures. The flower girls stole the show!
Flower girls - dresses found on etsy.com
Then the guys headed out after the coast was clear. The photographers gave us a sneak peak on a computer during the reception and I cannot wait to see photos – I saw one where they’re lifting their pants legs showing the yellow and gray argyle socks I got them.
While the guys were outside everyone but me watched them. I didn’t want to see P until the ceremony. We did have a few pictures taken on either side of a wall where we couldn’t see each other as we read our letters to each other. Of course mine filled the card and P’s was like three sentences – I wish he wrote to me like he does his toasts but I hope the pictures are still cute. It was kind of an anti-climactic moment to be honest. I think P felt awkward but he typically does with photos unless you tell him exactly what to do. Plus neither of us is very good at the mushy stuff.
After photos it was wait time. I originally thought I’d take off my dress but I loved it so much and it wasn’t the easiest thing to get into so I kept it on. It’s hard to describe how I felt when I was waiting, it was like waiting to go on stage for a performance. Mind is blank, quiet, stomach was nervous (I drank a ginger ale), and I was freezing, shaking a little. This time was fast and slow at the same time. Everyone else was talking around me and I just sat. I had to go to the bathroom a couple of times, again, nervous stomach and too much much to drink (not alcohol) and was grateful I didn’t have one of those dresses I had to have a team to help me with in the restroom. I did have to sneak out before the ceremony once guests were already there and they tried to hide me behind a coat. Pretty funny memory actually but I really had to go.
The worst part was after that bathroom trek all the girls were lined up downstairs and the moms were also downstairs to be seated so I was all alone. Fortunately, the harpist, a friend from school and AM’s mom who was there to help with the wheelchair, were upstairs outside the room to keep me abreast of what was happening but I hated being alone even though it might have been exactly what I needed. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I was just ready to go and nervous I would miss my cue. As it was, the guys didn’t line up as early as planned and when I started walking to my place down the first flight of stairs I saw him right in front of me, profile. Had he looked to the right he would have seen me! I quickly hurried back upstairs and hid behind a wall despite there being a few guests in the area I was supposed to be in (should have put a sign on the door or something).
After the mothers were seated my dad came upstairs to join me and get ready to walk me down the stairs (my aisle). And it was time!
to be continued…