It is finally official, Chris and Sarah are now MARRIED!! We were so blessed to have such a beautiful and amazing wedding. It could not have looked better. Our caterer, photographer, and videographer did an absolutely wonderful job with everything. Everyone worked so hard to make this day special for us and I could never thank you all enough. It started out kind of rocky with a thunderstorm starting during our rehearsal dinner. I was so worried it would rain the entire wedding day. However, I was reminded (several times) that no matter what happened with the weather I could walk out of the church married to the man of my dreams. Through a lot of prayers the sun came out from behind the clouds about ten that morning. I was so relived that it would be a pretty day for our wedding. I never imagined that I would be as sick as I was. I threw up four different times throughout the day. I was so nervous and anxious about seeing Chris. He had no clue what my dress looked like and I wanted him to love it as much as I did. They walked me halfway down the aisle, fixed my veil and dress, counted to three, and Chris turned around. I immediately feel apart as I watched him stare at me in awe to tell me I looked beautiful. At that moment butterflies left my stomach and part of me knew it was going to be okay. As pictues went on, and the acutal wedding got closer, I continued to get sick. I just knew it was the people. I was nervous of what everyone would think. I was scared to walk down that aisle in front of hundreds of people and risk falling on my face. At about 3 that afternoon I was put in the back where myself and my wonderful bridesmaids had been getting ready all day. This would have been a sight to have on video. My dress was completely unzipped, along with my extra fluffy netting under my dress. I was bounching both legs so fast they could have ran off on their own. I felt so faint one of my bridesmaids stood in front of me with wadded papers fanning me. Another bridesmaid sat in front of me just waiting on me to reach for a garbage can. my dad sat on a bench made for the two and three year olds at our church, holding my hand, and very sweetly attempting to calm me down. Finally it was time! The bridesmaids zipped me up, my sister fixed my veil, and my garters and we were on our way out the door. The worst part was everyone lined up while I was left along in the reception hall for my father to walk my mom down the aisle and come back for me after the doors were closed for us to line up. I paced nervously back and forth. My dad finally came back and informed me that Chris seemed as calm as ever before, like it was nothing. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold my bouquet. My dad held onto me and reminded me how much he loved me and how much Chris loved me. Two ushers were waiting at the door to open it for my Grand Entrance. Both of them told me how beautiful I was which made me feel like a princess. As the doors opened my dad squeezed tightly to my hand and walked me down the aisle. He reminded me to breathe and told me he loved me. I looked down for one second to catch my breath. As I looked up I could see Chris, balling his eyes out, on the stage. I never in a million years expecting him to cry especially when he was the calm one! The one who had not been sick all day. Instantly I began to cry harder. As I finally reached him all I wanted to do was be in his arms. The ceremony could not have been more perfect. Our preacher gave a perfect ceremony surrounding God and our love for each other. We performed a sand ceremony to remind ourselves that we were now one and just like the sand our two lives could not be separated again. We gave red roses to our moms and dads and yellow roses to our sisters. This wedding would not have been possible without the love and support they have given to us. A rose seems also cheap compared to everything they have given to us. We went to our reception, changed clothes, walked out to a beautiful display of sparklers down the back stairs at our church, got in the car, hugged our familes, and left. We spent one night in a hotel close to the airport then spent 7 beautiful and relaxing days on a cruise ship. We visited four different islands and were complete vacationers. Today we arrived back at the airport a little before one. The airport, needless to say, was the worst part of our trip entirely. However, we tried to remain calm and rememeber we were newlyweds and this time was to celebrate instead of be aggravated at the airline. We got back to our new home around 5 this afternoon. I immediately noticed that their was a note in our kitchen that was in the hands of my once broken chef salt and pepper holders. My wonderful parents had fixed the chef and had even bought us groceries for our new home. My sister sent me a text that she had left something on my bed. I knew they had moved our furniture into our house the night before. I was scared to open the door because I knew once I saw my furniture their it would mean that I no longer lived at home. As I opened the door I immediately covered my mouth and began screaming for Chris. My parents had bought us a beautiful new bedroom suit! New furniture, new matt
resses, and our bed already made to look beautiful. A surprise letter and a note was left from my dad that immediately brought me to tears as i tried to read it to Chris. I ran to the phone to call and could barely talk as I began thanking them for this amazing gift. It is so nice to know that I can go home and look at my room the way I left it. I can lay in my bed. I can look at the pictures on the wall. I can walk through the same cluddered mess that was there the day I got married. That is the greatest gift I could have ever received. We spend the evening with our families, watched a movie complete with popcorn on our new tv and are getting snowed in by one of the biggest snow storms for our area that I have ever seen! We are still adjusting to married life, but what a wonderful way to start :)
A few pictures our new furniture! Thanks Mom, Dad, and Emma for this amazing gift!!

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