You just want a quick glance? Okay:
|1| I love velvet ribbon |2| I did a painting of this here |3| I told you…love. and gold. lots of gold |4| we’re always reaching for each other |5| there are no words for this moment |6| can we just take a moment for this photography. thank you. |7| my girls |8| well, hi there, handsome |9| are these two not the cutest ring shots you ever did see? |10| I’m holding on to that pillow for your day, buddy |11| mama moment |12| Flower Power |13| insight into the future Montgomery fam? |14| perspective |15| majestic
For those of you who like a good story, I’ve got a few for you:
Deacon Tim – Officiant, friend, future Costa Rican retirement neighbor.
As soon as we got engaged, we set out to find a priest with whom we were comfortable. Our then church had older priests who rotated a lot and we never formed a relationship with any of them. We went to multiple masses per Sunday all over Dallas and asked our friends who grew up there for recommendations. We called it stalking church. Well, somewhere along the process, we met Deacon Tim. We kept talking about how much we both loved his words and the way he treated us so kindly and respectfully. So, after a couple more weeks of stalking, we finally got up the courage to ask if he’d like to officiate our wedding. As a deacon, he can choose who he will marry. He invited us over to meet his wonderful wife and get to know us and why we knew we were ready for the Sacrament of Marriage. Of all of the pretty details going on around us, it was Deacon Tim who led us through the preparation and now the act of marriage. It makes my heart swell to think about how thankful I am they are in our lives, even if we only hang out for baptisms (in 5+ years) and, of course, when we retire on the beach.
Oh, that was just back story. The wedding: I was a nervous wreck when people started showing up. Handling that many people is not my forte and the mimosas had worn off. J and I snuck off to a private section of the church to catch our breath. Deacon Tim came to find us. I remember him sitting us down so calmly and telling us how confident he was in us. I mean, phew. That was it – it was just the three of us that needed to make this thing happen. He also asked if we had seen The Princess Bride – neither of us had (weird. I know). Then, he, again calmly, asked if we were ready to walk in, as if we had all the time in the world to say ‘more time please’ but we didn’t need to anymore. We were ready to get married. More than ready. Throughout the ceremony he kept making me laugh, so hard that people later kept asking me if I was crying, even J since he was holding me up while I was shaking/giggling. ‘Wove Twue wove.’ It’s now our favorite movie and one of three we brought overseas – including our wedding video and SATC, of course.
Cute story coming up in 3, 2, 1..
Gavin, the adorable ring bearer up there, kept coming up to me before the ceremony to tell me he didn’t know what to do. He was so nervous, but trying not to show it. I kept reassuring him that it would be as easy as the night before at the rehearsal and that he just got to walk with his little cousin down the aisle. Easy peasy, you got this. He was still nervous. Fast forward to after the ceremony when the wedding party all met back in The Bride’s Room. All I remember were masses of people hugging and poking me with their boutonnières and Gavin. Little Man pushed his way through the grown-ups to tell me ‘That was nothin’!’ He was so proud. Gavin, you rocked your role on our special day.
That 3rd to last row of photos is kinda a secret from J. I edited those two in after he read the post. Because he’s so straight-forward, he’ll probably think some of this story is inappropriate. C’est la vie avec Anne (that was my French name in high school and my birth name and one of the names J called me before he had the courage to ask me out since he couldn’t figure out how I pronounced it – apparently, I was Annie-Anne for the longest). Anyway, I can’t look at that first pic without hearing ‘I love your pretty dress’ in my favorite little high-pitched voice. I tried to get the girls to do a ‘1, 2, 3, Flower Power!’ with me every time I had the three of them rounded up. They just looked at me like I was crazy. I probably was. AND THAT GROUP SHOT – I debated whether I wanted my mother to see that because even though she has 11 (!!) grand-bébés, J and I are still being constantly asked if it’s time. To which my response is decidedly, ‘I want to see Bora Bora first’ that way it’s on J’s plate and there’s a perfectly sensible way to take it off. wink..
Do we have time for one more?
Okay, I’ll make it a good one.
You might have caught that we walked down the aisle together. It’s my favorite part. Like the bells chiming when I said ‘Yes.’ While we were indulging in homemade chocolate chip cookies at Deacon Tim’s house, he asked us if we’d like to walk down the aisle together. He said it’s something he’s asked all of his couples and none had taken him up on it. I have to tell you, this was a soft spot for our plans. I had trouble envisioning someone strong enough to hand me off to Justin. Symbolically and figuratively..sheesh. Not to mention, I was wearing high, high heels and had to practice standing without locking my knees. Anyway, I remember we both looked at each other. Like – um, oh, hmmmm. The subject was dropped and days later, we were getting ready for the day and I asked him how he felt about the idea. As conservative as he is, I assumed he’d say he wanted the image of me walking toward him. I was wrong. He thought it was a great idea. At that point, words started pouring out of my mouth (as they do) about how meaningful it would be to see our ceremony through the same perspective. That he was the one I trusted with everything…including my high, high heel uneasiness. How perfectly us it is that we would be inseparable and bold enough to break the tradition.
I mean, unless you want to talk more about weddings in the comments. Because I’ve been smiling profusely all week because of your sweet comments.
Reception fun tomorrow – à demain!