After I had my first look with my parents, the wedding coordinator ushered us all out of the spa. A horse drawn carriage was waiting to take my dad and me to the ceremony site:
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We took some photos…
And were off!
The carriage took a back trail to the ceremony site, and parked out of sight. I could just barely see the bridge at the very beginning of the altar (but not the gazebo or any of our guests).
My dad and I sat around awhile in the carriage waiting for the processional to start. We couldn’t really see much and had no idea what was going on. It felt like we waited forever, but it was probably 10 minutes.
As I previously mentioned, as soon as I heard the processional song, I totally started ugly cying. Look at my dad, he has no idea what was going on. I think he was laughing at me. HA!
Finally, the carriage started moving, and the music changed.
I went extremely unoriginal (story of my life), I mean traditional, and walked down the aisle to Pachabel’s Canon in D. Cliche, I know. I remember watching Father of the Bride when I was young and bawling as Kimberly Williams walked down the aisle to this song. I always, always imagined me doing the same. Listen along:
Luckily, getting myself, and my dad, out of the carriage was enough of a distraction to calm the ugly cry. (It was difficult getting us both out, with his cane, and my big, tulle skirt.) From then on out, I just had dainty, lady-like, tears running down my face.
We got out of the carriage, walked over the little wooden bridge, and down the alter:
Once I got him down all the steps, I was able to take his arm. He asked me if we were standing on the correct sides, and I was like: “I have no idea?!?” We went with it… (IS there a correct side the bride should walk down???)
As I approached our guests, my sister in law shouted “It’s too soon to cry!” and I shouted back: “IT’S TOO LATE!” and everyone started laughing.
If you remember, Mr. BC and I did not do a first look (and I am really glad we didn’t… I have no idea when we would have crammed those pictures in.) I had told Phil in advance that I REALLY wanted the pictures of Mr. BC seeing me walk down the aisle for the first time.
I don’t know if you can see it, but he was totally crying too.
Missed a post? Catch up here:
- The Days Before
- Travel Day
- We Arrive
- Our Guests Arrive
- The Boys Get Ready
- The Ladies Get Ready
- First Look with my Parents
- The Processional