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I'M MARRIED!!! I'M TYPING THIS ENTRY AS A MARRIED WOMAN!!
Wow there is so much to talk about I don't know where to start. First I have to say that I don't have pictures on the computer yet, (although I kept saying to people to email me the freaking pictures!). When I get home I'm buying a new computer so I will be scanning the pictures!
THE DAY WAS AN ABSOLUTE DREAM COME TRUE!!! This will probably be a long entry. We're leaving for Italy today, but I wanted to get on here instead of sleep. So this hour is for you guys!
Saturday
Saturday I was nervous. I did some last minute shopping, went to see my makeup artist LaShell, and packed up for the night at my parents house and the wedding night.
My mom and dad had a dinner at their house with a lot of the people that flew in for the wedding. It was great. Marc was there for a bit and people met him for the first time. They kept saying that he is very handsome (which I already knew :-)) and that we're going to be so happy as husband and wife.
I went to be early, but didn't get that much sleep. I just kept thinking about Marc and how much I love him. Plus, I kept thinking that I wished I was sleeping with him and our cat in our own bed (it was my first time sleeping without one of them at least!)
Sunday Wedding Day
Woke up at 6:00 and started whiting my teeth. My Aunt was already up and running around so it woke me up too. I ended up playing a game on my cell phone to kill time. Then I had a quarter of a bagel and set out to get my hair done at 9:00.
My hair was really cool. It was up and little pearls inside the do to make them stand out. My veil was set in my hair with the same trim as my dress. It was something we asked for when we went to the designer. It was a real nice touch. Left the hair salon.
Then I went into panic mode. I realized that I needed something to wear that showed my back so LaShell could work on my makeup on my back. My mom whipped out one of her old halter tops from the 70's for me to wear. (At that point I had my veil on, jeans, and this halter...I looked a bit trailer trash.) Regardless of my complaints, people were taking pictures of me getting makeup done in that outfit. In the end I let them so it was cool. LaShell is awesome, he's one of my boys now. He was doing my makeup for 2 hours so we were talking about EVERYTHING. He said he can't wait to use me in his portfolio, and he was really taken back by my parents house.
Then my Aunt and my Mom put me in my dress. My Aunt started crying because with all the weddings that she had with her sons, she never helped the bride get ready. She said that it was an honor and I told her that she's my Aunt and my Godmother, so I was the one that was honored. She helped me with my shoes and putting on the garter. It was really cute. After that my mom says, "Erica clean up your room so it will be ready for the photographer.) I learned something very quick in that first minute. I had a very big dress, and moving was not going to be easy. I yelled at my mom that if she wanted me to clean up that it would have been a heck of a lot easier to do NOT in my wedding gown!
Mom finished getting ready, my bridesmaids showed up. They helped finish doing the buttons on my dress. Then the photographer came and took pictures of me in my room, my parent's room, my parent's sitting room, my parent's dinning room, my parent's great room, plus also outside, with the girls, without the girls, with my parents, without my parents, with my aunt, without my aunt, with my brother, without my brother, etc. 2 hours with photos. It was something else. The one thing I didn't realize before, my dress was falling down. Since it was a strapless, heavy, and I lost weight, not a good deal. My bra kept sticking out over the dress, and people had to put their hands inside my dress and fix it the whole time with pictures and the church ceremony! We called it "BRA WATCH" Everyone kept saying that I was beautiful. A lot of people said I was the best looking bride they ever saw, I thought "Wow I look fantastic! I can't wait for Marc to see me!"
The limo and Rolls Royce show up, coming down the driveway playing "Here Comes The Bride" on their horns! I was jumping up and down (mostly out of excitement and relief that we were not going to be late). I run out side to see them and they were gorgeous! I couldn't get over it! I told everyone that I wanted to be 15 minutes early, no matter what people said. I want the wedding to start ON TIME and that was it.
So we left for the church. A lot of people were walking in and got to see me in the limo with my Dad. Of course they wanted a peak of me so I was shouting from down the stairs, "NO PEAKING! GET INSIDE!" They all laughed. I had a quick little chat with my Dad out of nerves, "Dad you like Marc right?" "I do like him, but I'm not the one that has to honey!" "I know I'm just nervous" "I know sweetheart, but you both love each other very much and are perfect for each other. I've never seen you fight, if you did you took care of it right away and handle everything with maturity. Marc would do anything for you because you love him and he loves you. You're nervous now, but as soon as you get up to the altar it will go away when you see him. You'll know that it's right and they're will be no fear." Just the pep talk I needed. They took pictures of my father and me in the Rolls, and then we were off.
Big problem...stairs and my dress. I realized that going UP STAIRS really sucked more than anything because I could step on the many layers of my dress. With some miracle I didn't trip and fall down once during the day. Like I said, I had a big dress. So with going into the many stairs of the church, I grabbed all the bottom of my dress, and ran up it. It was a funny site for a lot of late people going into the church. I didn't care how it looked at that point. I'm sure people say my cute wedding panties, but I didn't care. I really didn't want a skinned knee and ripped dress before we said our vows!
We get in, laughing because of the site of me running with the dress. It was a good mood breaker. I go off to the side with my girls and so far we're doing ok. Not one tear for the day, no makeup problems. Then I see her. She comes up to my father and says, "Mr.___ do you remember me?" I best friend that I haven't seen in 7 years. I lost contact with her and had to find her on the internet. I found her maybe 4 months ago and we've been talking and crying on the phone every since. I new I couldn't get married without her seeing it! I started to cry and my Matron of honor got pissed. My father started to cry, and that was it. All of a sudden it got really emotional. She said, "Who is this making you cry as soon as you're leaving for the altar!? Who is this person, you didn't cry once all day today!?" I explain to her who she is, and she said, "Shit, I'm crying now too!" (yes she cursed in the church) We pulled each other together, fixed the sight damage to our makeup, and got the show on the road.
The girls waked down the aisle first to Pachelbel's Canon in D. Then my father brings me out and I see Marc's face. I saw him take a deep breath and get this huge smile on his face. I could see it all the way from the entrance. I walked down the aisle with my father. He was walking kind of fast and I kept saying through my teeth, "Slow down Dad!" I reach the altar and there was Marc. My Dad was right, everything went away. He had tears in his eyes. My Dad lifted off my blusher veil and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Marc took my hand and the priest had a huge smile on his face. It really was one of those moments that stays with you. I pictured it for as long as I knew Marc and was in love with him. Now I was experiencing one of the most amazing things that was ever to happen to me.
The ceremony was picture perfect. Everything was so special. I, somehow, was very composed as we said our vows and placed the rings on each other's finger. The only thing that kind of went wrong was Marc's ring. I had a hard time getting it on (LONG entry later, we got another one the day after the wedding) despite I knew I got the right size for him! Plus my dress. I had to keep picking it up during the whole ceremony! I never imagined fixing my boobs so my bra didn't show at my wedding ceremony! I know it didn't look good and a lot of people found humor in it, but it honestly NEEDED to be done or Everyone would have saw ALL my bra.
I did get one major compliment during the day. One family friend brought her little daughter to see the wedding, she's 3. They were the family I was telling to go inside the church, no peaking at the bride! The reason they didn't go in was because her daughter insisted that I was Cinderella and she had to see Cinderella! I guess my hair is pretty blonde after all! While I was walking down I could hear her say to her mom, "Mom I told you she was here! Look at Cinderella! Look how wonderful she is!" It was really a huge compliment for me to hear. I love kids.
So after the ceremony, we walked to outside for our pictures and champagne toast. It was fantastic to experience. People crying saying how beautiful I looked with tears in their eyes. It was really something. Plus all the cars honking on the road as they passed the church, I was in love with the day. It was complete magic.
After that we went to the reception. I ended up taking the bra off before the Cocktail hour. My girls had to help me with it, but they were able to get it off and lift it off through the dress. I must admit it looked much better afterwards too! It was a picture book fairy tale. A lot of people said it was the best wedding they ever attended. I believe it, going by all the people that spent most of the night dancing. The band was the best. The Blitz Band really rocked the whole wedding.
I'm not going into most of the reception now, because I really need to finish stuff in order to go to leave for Italy at 12. I really hope everyone liked what I had to say. Sorry about no pictures. I promise the next entry will be LOADED!
I realized last night that being husband and wife doesn't feel that much different. The love is the same, but the title is bigger. We are for life.
Wow there is so much to talk about I don't know where to start. First I have to say that I don't have pictures on the computer yet, (although I kept saying to people to email me the freaking pictures!). When I get home I'm buying a new computer so I will be scanning the pictures!
THE DAY WAS AN ABSOLUTE DREAM COME TRUE!!! This will probably be a long entry. We're leaving for Italy today, but I wanted to get on here instead of sleep. So this hour is for you guys!
Saturday
Saturday I was nervous. I did some last minute shopping, went to see my makeup artist LaShell, and packed up for the night at my parents house and the wedding night.
My mom and dad had a dinner at their house with a lot of the people that flew in for the wedding. It was great. Marc was there for a bit and people met him for the first time. They kept saying that he is very handsome (which I already knew :-)) and that we're going to be so happy as husband and wife.
I went to be early, but didn't get that much sleep. I just kept thinking about Marc and how much I love him. Plus, I kept thinking that I wished I was sleeping with him and our cat in our own bed (it was my first time sleeping without one of them at least!)
Sunday Wedding Day
Woke up at 6:00 and started whiting my teeth. My Aunt was already up and running around so it woke me up too. I ended up playing a game on my cell phone to kill time. Then I had a quarter of a bagel and set out to get my hair done at 9:00.
My hair was really cool. It was up and little pearls inside the do to make them stand out. My veil was set in my hair with the same trim as my dress. It was something we asked for when we went to the designer. It was a real nice touch. Left the hair salon.
Then I went into panic mode. I realized that I needed something to wear that showed my back so LaShell could work on my makeup on my back. My mom whipped out one of her old halter tops from the 70's for me to wear. (At that point I had my veil on, jeans, and this halter...I looked a bit trailer trash.) Regardless of my complaints, people were taking pictures of me getting makeup done in that outfit. In the end I let them so it was cool. LaShell is awesome, he's one of my boys now. He was doing my makeup for 2 hours so we were talking about EVERYTHING. He said he can't wait to use me in his portfolio, and he was really taken back by my parents house.
Then my Aunt and my Mom put me in my dress. My Aunt started crying because with all the weddings that she had with her sons, she never helped the bride get ready. She said that it was an honor and I told her that she's my Aunt and my Godmother, so I was the one that was honored. She helped me with my shoes and putting on the garter. It was really cute. After that my mom says, "Erica clean up your room so it will be ready for the photographer.) I learned something very quick in that first minute. I had a very big dress, and moving was not going to be easy. I yelled at my mom that if she wanted me to clean up that it would have been a heck of a lot easier to do NOT in my wedding gown!
Mom finished getting ready, my bridesmaids showed up. They helped finish doing the buttons on my dress. Then the photographer came and took pictures of me in my room, my parent's room, my parent's sitting room, my parent's dinning room, my parent's great room, plus also outside, with the girls, without the girls, with my parents, without my parents, with my aunt, without my aunt, with my brother, without my brother, etc. 2 hours with photos. It was something else. The one thing I didn't realize before, my dress was falling down. Since it was a strapless, heavy, and I lost weight, not a good deal. My bra kept sticking out over the dress, and people had to put their hands inside my dress and fix it the whole time with pictures and the church ceremony! We called it "BRA WATCH" Everyone kept saying that I was beautiful. A lot of people said I was the best looking bride they ever saw, I thought "Wow I look fantastic! I can't wait for Marc to see me!"
The limo and Rolls Royce show up, coming down the driveway playing "Here Comes The Bride" on their horns! I was jumping up and down (mostly out of excitement and relief that we were not going to be late). I run out side to see them and they were gorgeous! I couldn't get over it! I told everyone that I wanted to be 15 minutes early, no matter what people said. I want the wedding to start ON TIME and that was it.
So we left for the church. A lot of people were walking in and got to see me in the limo with my Dad. Of course they wanted a peak of me so I was shouting from down the stairs, "NO PEAKING! GET INSIDE!" They all laughed. I had a quick little chat with my Dad out of nerves, "Dad you like Marc right?" "I do like him, but I'm not the one that has to honey!" "I know I'm just nervous" "I know sweetheart, but you both love each other very much and are perfect for each other. I've never seen you fight, if you did you took care of it right away and handle everything with maturity. Marc would do anything for you because you love him and he loves you. You're nervous now, but as soon as you get up to the altar it will go away when you see him. You'll know that it's right and they're will be no fear." Just the pep talk I needed. They took pictures of my father and me in the Rolls, and then we were off.
Big problem...stairs and my dress. I realized that going UP STAIRS really sucked more than anything because I could step on the many layers of my dress. With some miracle I didn't trip and fall down once during the day. Like I said, I had a big dress. So with going into the many stairs of the church, I grabbed all the bottom of my dress, and ran up it. It was a funny site for a lot of late people going into the church. I didn't care how it looked at that point. I'm sure people say my cute wedding panties, but I didn't care. I really didn't want a skinned knee and ripped dress before we said our vows!
We get in, laughing because of the site of me running with the dress. It was a good mood breaker. I go off to the side with my girls and so far we're doing ok. Not one tear for the day, no makeup problems. Then I see her. She comes up to my father and says, "Mr.___ do you remember me?" I best friend that I haven't seen in 7 years. I lost contact with her and had to find her on the internet. I found her maybe 4 months ago and we've been talking and crying on the phone every since. I new I couldn't get married without her seeing it! I started to cry and my Matron of honor got pissed. My father started to cry, and that was it. All of a sudden it got really emotional. She said, "Who is this making you cry as soon as you're leaving for the altar!? Who is this person, you didn't cry once all day today!?" I explain to her who she is, and she said, "Shit, I'm crying now too!" (yes she cursed in the church) We pulled each other together, fixed the sight damage to our makeup, and got the show on the road.
The girls waked down the aisle first to Pachelbel's Canon in D. Then my father brings me out and I see Marc's face. I saw him take a deep breath and get this huge smile on his face. I could see it all the way from the entrance. I walked down the aisle with my father. He was walking kind of fast and I kept saying through my teeth, "Slow down Dad!" I reach the altar and there was Marc. My Dad was right, everything went away. He had tears in his eyes. My Dad lifted off my blusher veil and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Marc took my hand and the priest had a huge smile on his face. It really was one of those moments that stays with you. I pictured it for as long as I knew Marc and was in love with him. Now I was experiencing one of the most amazing things that was ever to happen to me.
The ceremony was picture perfect. Everything was so special. I, somehow, was very composed as we said our vows and placed the rings on each other's finger. The only thing that kind of went wrong was Marc's ring. I had a hard time getting it on (LONG entry later, we got another one the day after the wedding) despite I knew I got the right size for him! Plus my dress. I had to keep picking it up during the whole ceremony! I never imagined fixing my boobs so my bra didn't show at my wedding ceremony! I know it didn't look good and a lot of people found humor in it, but it honestly NEEDED to be done or Everyone would have saw ALL my bra.
I did get one major compliment during the day. One family friend brought her little daughter to see the wedding, she's 3. They were the family I was telling to go inside the church, no peaking at the bride! The reason they didn't go in was because her daughter insisted that I was Cinderella and she had to see Cinderella! I guess my hair is pretty blonde after all! While I was walking down I could hear her say to her mom, "Mom I told you she was here! Look at Cinderella! Look how wonderful she is!" It was really a huge compliment for me to hear. I love kids.
So after the ceremony, we walked to outside for our pictures and champagne toast. It was fantastic to experience. People crying saying how beautiful I looked with tears in their eyes. It was really something. Plus all the cars honking on the road as they passed the church, I was in love with the day. It was complete magic.
After that we went to the reception. I ended up taking the bra off before the Cocktail hour. My girls had to help me with it, but they were able to get it off and lift it off through the dress. I must admit it looked much better afterwards too! It was a picture book fairy tale. A lot of people said it was the best wedding they ever attended. I believe it, going by all the people that spent most of the night dancing. The band was the best. The Blitz Band really rocked the whole wedding.
I'm not going into most of the reception now, because I really need to finish stuff in order to go to leave for Italy at 12. I really hope everyone liked what I had to say. Sorry about no pictures. I promise the next entry will be LOADED!
I realized last night that being husband and wife doesn't feel that much different. The love is the same, but the title is bigger. We are for life.