Our Story : The Wedding

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We got engaged the same week as my sister and her wedding was three weeks before ours. Add to that the fact that the school system transfered me to a different grade level at a new school on October 1st. Needless to say, we had a very busy fall.

Another couple from our church got married the same weekend. Their wedding was at a different location on Friday night. Some of our musicians were in the other wedding so they could not attend our rehearsal. One of the pastors attended the wedding as well so he left our rehearsal early.

I like to do things very traditionally, but Tim does not. Our wedding day was Saturday, December 19th, 2009. Tim picked me up from my parents’ house about 9 AM and we headed to the church. That gave us about an hour to hang out in the Chapel before anyone else arrived.

At 10, I headed to the dressing room to get ready with my bridesmaids and Tim met up with his groomsmen. My friend Mary (who was 12 years old at the time) did my hair. Jordan (one of my middle school girls) did my make up. I was dressed and ready for pictures about 11 AM.

We were ready for pictures on time but the photographer was late. Sometimes December in Virginia Beach is 70 degrees and sometimes it snows. On our wedding day, there was snow in Pennsylvania and freezing rain in Virginia Beach. The photographer was coming from the peninsula which was flooded so she had to take a different tunnel.

By the time the photographer arrived it was almost noon. We wanted to take pictures before the wedding. Instead of waiting for Tim to see me walking down the aisle, our photographer took pictures of the reveal. I was glad that we did that. When Tim first saw me he said, “Your hair…is curly?” He had never seen me like that before and it took a few minutes for him to get used to it.

We had time to get pictures of the wedding party finished before the ceremony.

Tim’s mom, with the help of some of the youth group moms, set up the fellowship hall for the reception.

I would love to say that the ceremony was exactly how we planned. Or that even though it wasn’t, I just enjoyed every minute. Sadly, that is not what happened and I do regret my attitude about that the first few minutes of our marriage.

My dad walked me down the aisle and gave me away. My friend Mary did a beautiful dance to For My Love. Scott gave a wonderful and hilarious version of our love story and tied it in to the gospel. At the end, right before Pastor Nate presented us as husband and wife, I realized that there was supposed to have been a second song in the ceremony. It was the song that didn’t happen in rehearsal because those musicians were at the other wedding. But Nate said there was no way to bring that song back into the ceremony and pronounced us husband and wife.

So instead of being thrilled to be married, I walked down the aisle to the lobby very angry. Poor Tim. He definitely did not feel loved in that moment. I was so upset about a song.

After the guests had been dismissed to the fellowship hall to watch a performance by my Polish Folk Dancing group, we went back to taking pictures. The musicians did play my song, Chorus of the Saints, while we were taking the family pictures. After they played my song, I was happy and had completely moved on. But if I could do that day over again, I would not be upset about the mistake in the ceremony and just be excited to be Tim’s wife.

The reception was the best party I have ever been too. Tim and I had our first dance. Then I danced with Dad and Tim danced with his mom. My Polish Folk Dancing friends led the guests in several different dances from other countries. Tim wasn’t into the dancing. But I had the best time.

We had a rice krispies wedding cake since it needed to be gluten free. There was also a frozen custard bar with toppings to make your own sundae. There was plenty of other food as well.

After the reception, Tim’s parents had paid for us to spend our wedding night in a hotel. We stayed at the Hilton on the oceanfront. The view was beautiful and it snowed. They delivered champagne to our room, which I dropped, and it pretty much exploded. We had a really fancy dinner of filet mignon because one of Tim’s uncles gave him $200 at the reception and said, “Don’t tell your aunt…”

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