So I think I’ve been putting off writing about our wedding ceremony because I don’t remember much of it. Isn’t that terrible? But Matt says the same thing. It’s not that it wasn’t amazing, it’s just that it was such a blur.
I do remember waiting with my dad and one of the wedding coordinator’s assistants back at the bridal cabin. I wasn’t nervous, just anxious. I remember riding down to the ceremony in a golf cart. I remember it feeling surreal. I remember looking out to a sea of smiling friends and family members, all snapping away on their cameras. I remember walking down the aisle to Pachelbel’s Canon in D. I remember trying to hold in my tears (or at least look up in the air since I heard that’s how you cry gracefully). I remember green leaves and paper pom-poms. I remember my bridesmaids in pretty pink dresses, some who were patting their faces with tissue. I remember approaching Matt, at last. He looked cute.
After that, it was such a blur. Our pastor was hilarious — we heard nothing but laughter from the crowd the entire time — but I can’t for the life of me recite back anything he said. (In the days after the wedding, several people told us that they learned so much about marriage from his message, so he must have been great. We’ll watch the video later.) I just remember standing there, smiling, thinking, “Wow, this is really happening.”
I can’t remember most of the details but I do remember that it was magical.




Photos by Raya Carlisle