While the girls were primping and giggling and beautifying (shoutout to Updos!), the boys played Xbox and tried to keep themselves occupied. Because, yes, it does take girls a lot longer to get ready. But — as Chad found out — it is well worth the wait. She was beautiful. So so beautiful. And he kept telling her so. Oh, she is beautiful.
All day on Saturday, I especially loved watching how Savannah’s girls were really really there for her. Not only did they help her put on the veil, lace up her very intricate dress, keep her fed and hydrated, and acted as personal secretaries (Savannah’s cell phone was used more by her secretaries than by Savannah herself. No joke.), they also helped with…less…normal…tasks. Lets just say 27 Dresses remake. The end. (And if you were there, you can laugh…and if you weren’t…then just accept that its an inside joke. :-P)
But first, lets back up a bit. Before Savannah was transformed into a Princess with her fabulous gown and even more fabulous veil, she had to primp…
And before she could walk down the aisle with her Dad, Jena had to help her practice walking. (It really is complicated to hold his arm, carry your flowers, and not trip over your dress. If you don’t believe me, try it some time!)
And then came the moment Chad had been waiting for. The moment for him to see his bride. I cleared the sanctuary (well, except that groomsman Ethan was crawling under the pews in a last minute and very rushed attempt to tape down the cords before guests started arriving, but that’s another story, and Savannah never even knew he was there). Chad waited. Savannah fixed her dress. I took pictures. And then he turned…and saw her…and this is what he saw…
Shout out to the fabulously fabulous bridal party. These peoples worked it. Despite being popsicles. Icicles. Mr. Freeze. Snowflakes. Whatever you want to call them. They were COLD. But they were amazing. Despite the cold. I was impressed. =)
And then it was ceremony time. In the very very beautiful Old Town Baptist Church in Winston Salem, NC, by candlelight. It really doesn’t get much better than that.
And then they were married!
And here comes confession time. Inevitably, at a wedding, I turn into a mushy little sap. At some point along the day. Sometimes its during the ceremony. Sometimes its when she walks into the church. Sometimes its when he kisses her. Sometimes its when they have their first dance. Sometimes its during the toasts. Sometimes – yeah – sometimes its as they cut the cake. And, yes, I cry. Its at a different point in each wedding. And to varying extent. But it always happens. My bawl fest on Saturday came when Savannah’s Dad grabbed the microphone and dedicated a song to his wife. And he danced with her. And held her. And kissed her. And showed the world that he loved her. And it was beautiful. That is love…married for many years, at your daughters wedding, dancing the night away.
Remember when we vowed the vows
and walked the walk
Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life threw curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won’t be sad, we’ll be glad
For all the life we’ve had
And we’ll remember when