December 9, 2007

The Big Day

I know you've been sitting on the edge of your computer desk seat waiting for the wedding photos. This is a variety taken by friends and family at the wedding. The sweet one on the balcony was taken a few minutes before I tossed the bouquet; the one where I'm sitting and Keith is standing was taken right after the ceremony when my bridesmaids made me sit down and eat something before I fainted away; the first kiss is pretty self-evident; and the one of me is many people's favorite picture of me from that day.

I tried to keep The Big Day as relaxing as possible. I had gotten a good night's sleep the night before, and even though we had six people staying at the apartment, we all managed to get up and ready without hurting one another. The wedding was scheduled for the afternoon, so I had my beloved hair dresser come to the apartment that morning to fix me up with the daisies in my hair. (I only have one photo of him from that day, and I am making a goofy hamming-it-up face for the camera. One of only a few regrets.)

We arrived; we got ready; and we took some preliminary photos. The actual location of the wedding--in the gazebo--was so far from where I would exit the house that I had a person planted with a camera to take a picture of Keith's face when he first saw me in my wedding dress. He was crying like I knew he would.

The second before Roger and I stepped out of the house to walk up the aisle, he told me that I had never looked more beautiful. I think he was trying to make me cry my way up the aisle. It almost worked. I did tear up.

The day itself was gorgeous. Completely sunny and brilliant. But it was outside in Georgia in the middle of June, so it was about a billion degrees, especially for the woman in the huge gown and the men in the black pants and shoes. Fortunately, one of my bridesmaids had the foresight to slather sunscreen all over my bare shoulders before we started so that I didn't burn.

Afterward, we went inside the house for tables laden with incredible food, the cutting of a scrumptious cake, and a whole lotta floating around--because that's exactly what I was doing at that point--and talking to all our loved ones who had gathered there with us.

It was the most perfect day ever. And the most perfect wedding ever--even if everything didn't happen exactly the way it was supposed to or exactly the way a wedding planner would have insisted. It was the perfect start to our life together as husband and wife.

Posted 2 years, 11 months ago on December 9, 2007

Re: The Big Day
Happy Anniversary! You guys were cute (still are, but you know, in a different, older, less hairy, very sourthern sort of way). :)
From Leslie • Posted 2 years, 11 months ago • Reply
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My most sincere congratulations to the both of you. May the coming years be more fun, even more zany, and joy-filled as often as can be. Keith, keep holding that wild woman. Rita, keep holding that hairy man. May God bless you both.
From nobody • Posted 2 years, 11 months ago • Reply
Re: The Big Day
You look like Royalty standing on that balcony.
From Sedelia • Posted 2 years, 11 months ago • Reply
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I remember that day. Yes, it was hectic getting all of us out of the door in the morning. It was also one of the hottest days I can remember. Oh, wait, that might have been because I was in a very hot, heavy wool suit. Thanks for the memories (and the sweat, and sunburn on the head).
From Roger • Posted 2 years, 11 months ago • Reply
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If I had known that you actually teared up, I would have made a few more mushy (so unlike me) comments. Ah, if only I had known. Love you both.
From Roger • Posted 2 years, 11 months ago • Reply

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