I always predicted that I'd be a hot sobbing mess on my wedding day. For the most part, I was wrong- the excitement and adrenaline kept me together. There were 3 moments though where I teared up. These happen to be three of my favorite moments of the entire day.
The first, was en route to see Matt for our first look. [Note: You're going to do, or not do, a first look on your own accord but I will say it was one of the best and easiest decisions I made in wedding planning. It didn't come down to doing it so we could take photos beforehand, although that was an added bonus. It wasn't solely because I find the photos absolutely adorable. It was because spending those few moments with him before meant SO much to me. Sure a smattering of people saw me in my dress before he did, but it meant something that he got to see it first, before 220 other people.]
I headed out from behind the altar and walked up the aisle towards the back of the church, where we were doing our first look on the back steps. Someone stepped out the back door while I was halfway up the aisle and THAT moment- is my favorite of the whole day: I saw him, back turned to me, standing at the base of the stairs, nervously switching from foot to foot, rubbing his hands together, and laughing. I had to stop and steady myself. (I'm tearing up even thinking about it, again). After I took a moment, it was time to have our first look. I'll let a few photos do the talking:
This is also one of my favorites- our photographer told me to lift up my dress and show him my shoes- he didn't know they were blue. This was his reaction:
Matt and I went and took some photos of just us while the photographer went to grab my dad for our "first look". This was the second "favorite moment" and moment I almost cried. Mostly I was still riding the high from seeing Matt, so that helped me compose myself. I knew I wanted to do something special with my dad, so having our own first look just made sense. He'd joked that he was going to cry on my wedding day, but the closer it got the more convinced he was that he would cry. I rounded the corner from the side of the church and saw him visibly wiping tears away already- which totally got to me. It was a very sweet moment :)
I love those photos.
Up next: M and I.