I don’t usually mind being open with how I feel and wearing my heart on my sleeve. I’m okay with being soft and crying in a movie theater. I have no problem expressing my love and affection for my husband in front of anyone and everyone. We’re both really affectionate people who willingly show our fondness and adoration towards each other and while we try not to be sickening about it, it does happen in public and in front of friends and family. The most vulnerable I’ve ever been though is on our wedding day and I will admit it was a little nerve wracking. It was also, in my opinion, the highlight of the ceremony if not the best part of the wedding. We said the standard traditional vows that I’m sure everyone is familiar with. I was smoothly getting through them until I got to “in sickness and in health” and then I got pretty choked up. After the vows we had our unity ceremony in which we went with pouring two different colors of sand into one container to symbolize our union or something. This was a bit difficult because my hand was shaking and my nose was runny from crying. Our officiant had a great idea for us to write each other love letters and then she would read them. I loved this because we didn’t write our own vows and because she was the one reading it- not us. (It just would have been too hard for me to get the words out.) She read Matt’s letter to me first and any composure I held during the vows was out the window. The tears were flowing. After my letter was read we said “I do” and were pronounced husband and wife. The hardest part was over and it was time to celebrate!
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Getting ready
My lovely side bun with flowers
Feeling a bit anxious
My easily distacted groom and his groomsmen
Waiting for his daughter
The waterworks begin
Trying to pull myself together before the big moment
My groom anticipating my arrival
My bridesmaids waiting for me too
My dad lifing my veil
Check out the awesome mason jar arrangments Matts mom put together!
Pouring sand
Love letters being read
Not the most flattering picture, but here's me crying
Our "first" kiss