The weather had been overcast and rainy for the few days prior to the wedding. Not good when you have planned an outdoor wedding. We had rented a huge tent though and nothing would stop us from having a good time. Our ceremony was to be held outside the tent in my parents yard, which we had landscaped in the spring. It was beautiful. God had other plans though. My mom kept saying, lets just hurry up and get the ceremony started, we should be fine. I was quite frustrated at this point, I continued to tell her, "just take the chairs into the tent, lets just do everything in there." My best friends husband had arrived shortly before we were to start and showed me the rain that was on it's way. I saw no point in even beginning when I just knew in a matter of moments that the skies would open up and we would all get soaked! As we lined up on the side of the house where no one would see us until the music started, I still felt anxious, knowing we wouldn't get through the entire ceremony before the rain. My sister could tell and as we waited there, she said she felt a rain drop and went and told Mom to pull everyone in. Just as our family and friends got the chairs under the tent, the rain came pouring down. Thankfully it only lasted a few short minutes and then slowed to just a sprinkle. We had a short walk from the house to the tent, so we carried on - rain and all.
I never imagined myself to be one of those brides that cried during the ceremony...boy was I wrong. As we were walking down the aisle, we slowed for a picture right next to my grandfather (my mom's dad), he is always full of emotion when it comes to his children and grandchildren, and this occasion was no different. He was already crying, wiping tears from his eyes, so naturally - I got all teary eyed as well. My grandpa is the one man throughout my life I could always depend on, my father was not around for most of my childhood as he moved out west when him and my mom split up. My grandpa means the world to me and seeing him cry, even though they were "happy tears" made me want to cry too. Somehow I held them back...I thought I was golden. Ha! Yeah right. As I joined hands with Jimmy, the love of my life, we listened the the message his cousin had prepared for us. It was beautiful. Now it was time for our vows. As I stared into his eyes, full of love (and also a little glassy - was he going to cry?) emotion just came over me. It was my turn. I started out strong, trying to speak loudly so our family and friends could hear. No sooner had I begun, did I start having difficulty getting any word out because the tears were flowing freely. So, in the end, I was indeed one of those crying brides.
The rest of the evening was wonderful, despite the muddy, wet yard. We tried to just take things as they came. We were a little disappointed with the photographers and some photo opportunities that we thought they missed out on. The DJ on the other hand I was completely irritated with. A father of one of my high school friends drove from the west side of the state to DJ for us. My friend had said how good her dad was, but in the end that was not the case. We had communicated through email for months, them asking me questions, and me giving them songs that we wanted. When it came down to it however, they forgot our song and the song for Jimmy and his mother. Luckily we came up with a way to get them fast. They had hardly any newer music though. They had claimed they had all these thousands of songs, but in the end they had all oldies rock. Lame! My youngest sister and her friend busted out their iPods and we had others downloading music to their phones, so we made it work.
Despite the things we felt "went wrong" or "could've gone better" all in all it was a great night. The food and cake were amazing and I got to marry my best friend and love of my life. September 18th, 2010 will be a day I could (obviously) never forget.
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