It's been a little over two weeks since the "big day" and I have one hope: that I never forget the little details...including having my sister at my side through it all.
But before I get to that - let me tell you two things I took away from the wedding:
1. I FINALLY understand why all bride's dance the same. It's next to impossible to dance in that dress, especially when the corset inside is sucking you in to extremes!
2. No bride should ever sit down. Ask anyone that celebrated with us, I danced until the last song. I just kept telling myself, keep going - just one hour left. If I would've sat down, sleep would've overtaken me.
And now, onto the portion of this post that is mostly for me and my memory...hope you enjoy.
Never forget:
W. Playing bar trivia a few days before with ALL of my current and future siblings...
W. Waking up without a single nervous or anxious feeling, just excitement...
W. Saying bye to my future husband as he leaves for the hotel and giving him one last fiance hug...
W. My little sister helping me unveil my wedding dress...
W. My future brother-in-law so willingly following us girls around with a camera all day long and playing "Bike Race" on his phone during any possible downtime :) ...
W. Feeling like a celebrity while getting my make-up done in my home...
W. Forcing myself to eat lunch - even though my stomach was refusing any hunger...
W. Stepping into my wedding dress and having my sister button me up...
W. Peaking out the window, watching my soon-to-be husband stepping out of the limo looking like the most handsome, sexiest man on the planet and causing my heart to jump into my throat.
W. Having the time with my sister and hoping she could feel how crucial she was to my life that day and always.
W. Dance Party USA in the back room with my sister and the cutest flower girls EVER...we call this one "Flowergirl 'tude":
W. Standing in the back room with just my dad and telling him to talk to me the whole time...
W. The feeling that I was about to enter a dream...
W. The first steps out to the crowd and the gratefulness of having my father with me as my rock and support as everyone's eyes are glued on me and me alone...
W. The immediate rush of sheer joy when I can finally see my future husband...
W. The pull of not being able to take my eyes off of him as I stand with my father...
W. The electricity that ran from me to him when I grabbed his hand...
W. My entire body literally shaking and gripping his hand so hard that he cramped...
W. The flood of emotion that ran through me when the words "Where you go, I will follow" were spoken...
W. The way my nose began to ever so slightly run when he spoke his vows to me... --weird, I know :) --
W. The moment I "accidentally" hugged and kissed him too early...
W. The sense of confidence and purpose I felt when speaking my vows...
W. And our first moment alone immediately following the ceremony - jumping into his arms, kissing him and taking our first photo as husband & wife (not exactly the best photo of us, but yet the best photo of us!):
W. The amazing food and great speeches.
W. Our first dance feeling like we were floating on air.
W. The one time in my life, not feeling like an awkward fool as the center of everyone's attention.
W. Dancing all night long, barely leaving the dance floor and loving every moment with my friends & family.
W. Ending the night, dancing with my dad, sister and husband to Frank Zappa's "Dancing Fool."
W. And then, waking up on Sunday, October 28th as Mrs. Sara W.
