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My Big Day
Our wedding day was BY FAR the most amazing day of my life. I was surprisingly calm for being a “bridezilla” as my mom liked to call me. We arrived to Gabriel Springs at 11 AM on Friday morning. We walked into the bridal suite to see my dress for the first time in about a month…
About two hours before the ceremony started, the butterflies came. I started to get nervous and excited and couldn’t believe our day had come so quickly. The last hour we had to finish wrapping our bouquets with ribbon and add final touches to all of the centerpieces. As the final pieces were coming together, one of our champagne flutes shattered. That’s when my nerves hit me full-speed. My groom, Randall, had been so easy going and so relaxed about letting me have anything that I wanted for our wedding day, but those flutes were the one piece that he picked personally. I panicked. One of the groomsmen was sent to get a new toasting glass and I was assured everything would be fine.
Before I knew it, I needed to put my dress on and we were about to start taking pictures. My mom and sister helped me get my dress on. I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. A few minutes later my dad walked in wearing his US Navy dress whites, ready to walk me down the aisle. He gave me a quick hug and we both started crying. I was his little girl all grown up.
The girls lined up and walked down the aisle, next came the ring bearer, then the flower girl, then the bell ringer as he announced “Please stand for the bride.” My dad and I walked out the two beautiful double doors and down the pathway. I couldn’t stop smiling. We walked almost all the way down the aisle until I was finally able to see Randall waiting at the altar. The ceremony was perfect—short and sweet. I was so excited to say “I do!”
After the ceremony, we thanked each of our guests and cut the cake. If you ask Randall today, I’m sure he’d tell you that the cake is probably better eaten, than have your nose filled with it. Finally we danced. Randall and I had the first dance to Jason Mraz’s “I Won’t Give Up,” followed by my dad and I dancing to Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World.” The last slow song before we got the party going was Randall and his mom dancing to Faith Hill’s “There You’ll Be”
The end of the night came quickly so we tossed the bouquet and the garter. After we were completely exhausted, we headed out in a car that was covered in toilet paper and window paint. We climbed into a car filled with toilet paper and balloons. As we drove away, the cans rattled and everyone cheered. We were officially Mr and Mrs.