As I was selecting photos for this post, I got a little lost in the memories. The champagne my brother sent to my mom and me. The moments before the wedding when Ashley and I tied a charm to my bouquet and added the infamous bees to the arrangement.
I remember feeling really zen – in a countable number of minutes I’d walk toward Brad and commit to be his partner in life and love. I was happy. A blissful sort of happy that is so hard to describe in words. As you read through this post, you’ll hear about how my emotions fluctuated, but this little zen feeling I had never left. Becoming THE BRIDE was a very big reflection for me, and in those real moments I found myself being very human, and very content.
I was surprised at how quickly hair and make up went – we had plenty of time to eat, reflect, and chat before we had to get dressed.
Danielle and I posed together one last time in our goofy bridal shirts, styled our dresses for their photo ops, and then got dressed.
All photos courtesy of Gin and Sake Productions.
Danielle’s waterfall twist in her hair was so adorable!
Florence, the beauty pictured above, deserved her own showcase. Danielle bought us hangers for our dresses to make sure they’d have their moment in the spotlight.
I’ve always loved dress photos, and this one is no different. I love seeing this work of art that was painstakingly selected and then molded to be the dress I needed it to be as I became the bride.
What we overlooked – Danielle’s bejeweled collar on her dress did not lend itself to photographing well with the hanger! Oops!!
And because life is just never too serious, my pantyhose and I photobombed Florence..
We all had a good giggle about that one.
At this point I needed the laugh. It was time to get dressed and go get married. Holy crap. This is really real.
Being my introverted self, I needed some minutes to myself. I needed to breathe in my own space. I needed a minute to clear my head. Somewhere in the madness (there were at least 7 people in the room with me), I managed to get enough ‘me time’ to feel relaxed and the perfect level of “whelmed”. Admittedly these moments were spent hiking up my pantyhose, and pretending to be occupied in the bathroom.
So, I got dressed. And my heart rate kicked up a notch again. Holy crap. I’m getting married!! In this place! To Brad!
I’d asked Ashley earlier in our communications if she minded fastening me into my dress. I knew my mother would sob her way through it (she started crying hours before the wedding), and I knew Danielle would be busy getting into her own dress. I also thought that Ashley would know her way around the construction of the dress.
It was a good choice – she understood exactly where it needed to be tighter, and where it needed to give. She made demands – Kari, raise your arms now – and when she finished cinching the inner corset, I was comfortable, but secure. Perfect.
Ashley and I will forever be friends. Thank you, you brilliant lady, for being so spectacular.
While Ashley was working on my corset, Danielle got dressed. She swooped in at the end to make sure the zipper was just so.
You can tell our emotions here. Danielle was so blissfully happy to be witnessing this day, and to be by my side for the entire event. Me, though, I was feeling my emotions doing a slow crescendo. I felt warm and beautiful and ready to be Brad’s wife. But I was also having last minute panic thoughts about my dress and my shoes and ugh, my pantyhose.
I don’t know why I was worried at all. Danielle made sure every inch of me was perfection. She is absolutely my ride or die. I don’t think I would’ve made it through the day without her by my side.
Soon, though, I was THE BRIDE. I was ready. I just needed a quick lipstick touch up.
I love this picture. It’s so remarkable how a photo can capture an emotion. A dreamy, but solid moment of readiness.
And somehow, I was THE BRIDE. I was done being transformed. This was the complete package I’d worked so hard to bring to fruition. Hair, make up, dress, jewelry…and most importantly, the unabashed desire to marry my favorite man.
At this point we were late.. pretty significantly late. At least 10 minutes. So, Ashley, in all of her amazing on-top-of-things-ness, reminded me that it was time. So, we stole one last photo..
I gathered my emotions and let them set fire to my soul. It was time to do this!!
Except. And I wish there was a photo of this, but I remembered something very, very important. Panic surged through me. This moment couldn’t be sacrificed no matter how late I was.
I told Ashley that I needed Brad.
I needed to see Brad. Right now. We needed to have a moment together. I needed his voice.
To be continued…
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