It's official:
I'm married! On Saturday, September 27th, Josh and I
exchanged vows in a small, intimate ceremony surrounded by our immediate
family. It was absolutely perfect!
You’re going to need a comfy chair and coffee, this is a short novel…
As the big day approached, I actually found myself becoming less stressed
and more relaxed, which I'm pretty sure shocked my family since I am a control
freak with anxiety! I think I even surprised myself! I'm not sure why I was so
calm, maybe I figured I had planned as best as possible so the day would unfold
as it should regardless of how much I fussed over it. And boy did things sure
have a plan of their own!
Friday morning Josh and I ran around picking up last minute things like
flowers and food for our family dinner before my parents, older sister, and
niece arrived that afternoon. Some of my family wasn’t scheduled to arrive
until the next morning, but this at least gave us a chance to get together to
go over some of the logistics of the day before the big rush. Despite the
casual nature of our wedding, we still wanted to keep some traditional aspects
like Josh and I not staying together our last night. Saying goodbye to him that
night really set things in motion and made this whole mystical wedding seem
like an actual reality! Next time I would see him would be as I walked down the
aisle at the chapel!
Originally I had planned on attending my usual yoga class on Saturday
morning, but instead decided to take a walk with my niece and Ricky in our
jammies to pick up some coffee. And because I love baking, I figured I should
pass the morning time by baking muffins for my family. This is normal, right?!
Honestly, it was such a low-key, calm morning that felt just like any regular
day minus the fact that I was surrounded by my family and there was a wedding
gown hanging in the closet ready to be worn in just a few short hours! While I
baked, my mom and older sister made my bouquet which turned out beautifully. My
mom also made my older sister’s bouquet and will make my little sister’s in less
than two months so it’s a bit of a tradition that I really like. We also got
the succulents ready for the amazing cakes my friends
Nikki and Matt made for
our reception. (Not gonna lie, I pretty much ate the entire main cake…by
myself. I have no shame!)
With the floral situation in check and my muffins baked, it was time to get
my hair did. It wasn’t until after I left the salon with my fancy ‘do that it
really started to hit me that today was not just a regular Saturday. I was soon
to be a married woman! Also, there was soon to be a big storm headed right
toward us. They say rain on your wedding day is good luck, so I figured this
had to be some extra kind of luck! And perhaps I should have taken those big
black clouds and my good friend/
photographer’s ‘I’m going to be a little late,
have to wait out the storm’ text as a bit of foreshadowing for the evening, but
I just wasn’t going to let it get to me. What could I do about it anyway?!


Up until this point everything had been calm and slow paced around the
house, with everyone passing the time nonchalantly. But it was go time once I
got home since we needed to leave in just over an hour to get to the chapel. It
was also go time for the storm as the streets began to flood, lightning
cracked, and the thunder shook the house. Extra good luck, right?! There was
something really special about having my family all around me getting ready to
share in mine and Josh’s big day. The love inside that house was palpable. My
sisters, niece, and I crowded into my bathroom to get all dolled up which made
me feel like I was back in high school getting ready. And then to see my
parents looking so gorgeous, that made my stomach flutter! Everything and
everyone started to come together and despite the storm outside, it was time to
make a Mrs.




As we pulled out of our neighborhood to head to the chapel, Josh called to
ask where we were because sure enough, he and his family were right behind us!
A couple covert maneuvers later by my dad and the coast was clear! Once we got
to the chapel, my dad, photographer (Marcos), and I waited in the bridal room
while our family waited for the ceremony to start. I was able to maintain
composure all day, up until the point Marcos directed me to look at my dad
while he set up a shot. My dad gave me the sweetest wink and I just lost it!
Suddenly I felt the reality of the day and my emotions got to me. I could hear
everyone chatting around the corner and my nerves started to settle in. Thank
goodness I had my dad’s hand to hold! Also, thank goodness for smart phones
because the disc with my entrance song wouldn’t play; another small hiccup
diverted.
The moment “Marry Me” by Train began to play, my heart sunk into my feet.
Shut the front door, sh*t is about to go down! My niece (who I may have bribed
with a goodie bag for good behavior) began her well practiced walk down the
aisle holding our ring box, and shortly after my dad and I rounded the corner
to see everyone staring back at us. My heart sunk even more when I saw Josh
standing there, staring back at me full of emotions. His face was priceless. If
there is one moment I take away from that day, it is that look and the
happiness we both felt at that moment. The ceremony itself was short but sweet,
complete with our own vows and a rushed “I do” from one anxious bride! We had
to remember to keep our knees bent because I’m certain one of us would have
passed out from the excitement and nerves. It is overwhelming and emotional,
but all in a good way.


Following the ceremony, we took family photos in the brief respite of rain
which made for an amazing sky in the background. Marcos whisked the Mr. and I
away to take our portraits downtown while our family went back to our house to
pick up the cakes and decorations for the reception. As I was oohing and ahhing
over the gorgeous sky en route to downtown, I noticed I had a voicemail from
the owner of the reception venue. Remember that big storm and Marcos’ ominous text?
Yup, that storm wreaked havoc in the downtown area resulting in a loss of
power. At our venue. With no idea of when it’d be restored. You can only laugh
at this point, so that’s exactly what we did. Since the owner said the show could
go on, and since we had planned on having dinner by candlelight anyway, we
decided to make the best of it. Plus, there was no Plan B! We continued on to
do our portraits and even stopped at my favorite downtown coffee stop,
Songbird, to get a drink because picking up coffee in your wedding gown is
completely normal. Also, I left my phone there because I’m having a bad phone
streak lately.





Our dinner was delicious just as we knew it’d be and you could tell everyone
was hungry since not a word was uttered for ten minutes after the main course
was served! Given the lack of power and visibility, we didn’t get to set up
some of our special touches, but at the end of the night, we got exactly what
we wanted. We still had a wonderful meal surrounded by our family, we got to
dance our first song together (“Mine Would Be You” by Blake Shelton) and had
the traditional father/daughter and mother/son dance (although by phone speaker
since there was no power for our ipod), and we got to cut our delicious (despite
the sweat) cake. It was imperfectly perfect and I wouldn’t have had it any
other way. Not gonna lie, though, air conditioning would have been nice!



Since we don’t plan on taking our honeymoon until next year, we opted to
spend a couple nights at our favorite resort to relax and enjoy some time away.
Despite being obnoxiously sick with a head cold on Sunday, I still got to enjoy
my bloody mary and shrimp cocktail by the pool that I had been looking forward
to almost as much as I was looking forward to getting married! I kid, sort of.
Next year we also plan on having a big bash to celebrate with all of our
extended family and friends since we wanted this day to be a small, intimate,
immediate family only affair. Not because we didn’t want everyone we love to
not share in our special day, but
because our budget and anxiety wouldn’t accommodate all the people we love
without sacrifices we weren’t willing to make. In the end, it’s probably a good
thing there were only 11 people suffering in the muggy indoor weather and not
100!
I’ll have our surely gorgeous images by our photographer to share in the
coming weeks, so stay tuned for those gems.
xo Mrs. DeWyke