Once there, I was promptly seated upstairs in the guesthouse to do nothing but wait.
I issued commands to my brother, who ran back and forth from my waiting perch to the chapel in order to get things set up. Our cranes apparently didn't fit anywhere, so he divided them in half and put them on either side of the gazebo entrance. Good save, brother.
My mother pinned boutonnieres and corsages on just about everyone. Sak's great aunt is a pro, and made about five billion orchid and rose masterpieces for various family members.
(Photo by parents) |
(Photo by parents) |
Our photographer, Barbara, used the down time to get some classic bridal shots - the kind one imagines showing future family generations when she is older.
"See kids, Granny was capable of looking mighty respectable back in the day!" |
See why I'm glad we made the change away from the transition lens? I'm quite fond of Sak's glasses now! |
Aww, brothers! |
Force hug! |
As guests arrived, our friends stood around and handed out programs, bubbles and tears of allergies packets. I have no idea who asked them to do this, but I'm glad they did.
Somehow a lot of guests ended up in the waiting room building, for who-knows-what reason. Sak's family had to shuffle them all out and towards the chapel, which took a while.
And while the herding was taking place, the meltdown occurred. (What's a wedding like without one, right?) Well, this time it was Penga-Sis doing the melting. Somewhere between the beach photos and the waiting, her mood had soured, and she was a crying, scowling mess.
Was it pre-teen hormones? Anger at being taken to a beach and not being able to swim in the inviting waters? Lack of sleep?
In any case, my Dad threatened to pull her out of the ceremonial line-up. Not good.
Luckily for all of us though, we discovered the crux of the problem. Her cute little black heels, maybe an inch and a half high, were wrecking havoc on her untrained feet. We all threw out the unnecessary, "I knew you shouldn't have bought those shoes. We told you so", and considered the idea of her walking down barefoot.
Luckily again, I remembered that I had brought an extra pair of (flat) sandals with me. Since we wear the same shoe size, we (and her poor feet) were saved!
(Photo by parents) A little pre-teen angst left, but on the whole, much happier! |
Crisis averted, my brother sat down to pray for my marriage, and my sister's feet.
(Photo by parents) |
And then it was time to get married.
(Unless otherwise noted, all images by Terra Photography)
Our wedding week in review:
- We took care of some last minute DIY details, and officialized everything.
- We vacationed with our out-of-towners, and threw a yummy welcome beach brunch.
- Sak saluted an angry dragon during our wedding rehearsal, and we sniffed at our dinner.
- Wal-Mart crashed my bachelorette.
- The women magically transformed, and Sak tied me into our dress.
- There was a windy photoshoot on the beach.
These photos are perfect. I love how unconventional your wedding is and yet how traditional you kept it. The bridal portraits are the best. I kind of wish I would have gotten some!
ReplyDeleteAwww, poor sis! The first time in heels can be tough. Glad to hear that you had a back-up plan. And good call on the transition lenses. I had to bark at my mom to take hers off while we were doing mother-daughter portraits because I saw them go into "sunglasses mode" at the last minute. I felt bad, but the pictures turned out so much better!
ReplyDeleteAhhh, so exciting! I love the peak of your shoes as you're going downstairs. And the veil shot - I wish mine would've cooperated so that I'd had one. Yours is absolutely gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhh WONDERFULLLLLL!! Love the pics. Esp fo the venue!!
ReplyDeleteYay crisis averted. I think Sak's new glasses worked MUCH better. :] (Transitional lenses run in his family! :oP)
And I LOVE LOVE LOVE the picture of your brother praying for your marriage and your lil sis! :-D
gorgeous photos. The one with the paper cranes is stunning, would make a great piece of art!
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