I simply do not have the words to express how amazing my wedding was yesterday. Not one thing went wrong. We had to adapt things, but nothing went wrong. The ceremony was short, sweet, and poetic.
I had to be at The Old Mill at 12:30 and I spent the time while waiting on Anne-Marie getting the last minute details set up and then greeting guests as they arrived. Harry and Kenneth (my best men) were great as ushers, greeting people and getting them upstairs to the Garret room where we had our ceremony. The time came and Gisela's partner, Rob, pressed play and an instrumental version of "Love of My Life" started playing (from Passing Open Windows). Harry headed the procession while Kenneth (who is my brother) stood by my side. After Harry, Avery (the son of one of Anne-Marie's long-time friends who has become a friend of mine as well, and our ring bearer) came down and was directed to his spot by our officiant, the Reverend Robert Trimble. Autumn, our friend Antoinette's six year-old daughter came down wearing a red velvet dress and a gorgeous crown of baby's breath with an Autumn-sized bouquet of white roses. Antoinette and Gisela followed in black dresses (bought separately, but reasonably well coordinated) and white rose bouquets. My father walked Anne-Marie down to the aisle, and my eyes misted as I saw them. My father was handsome and Anne-Marie was simply radiant. I've never seen her look more beautiful than she did coming down the aisle between our friends. The love in the room for us was palpable.
Mr Trimble introduced the ceremony and brought chuckles from the crowd, most of whom have known us for the last ten years and laughed when Mr Trimble said that we were making our relationship legal and binding. After asking us if we came of our own free will to join in marriage, he called on Harry to read Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 ("Let me not to the marriage of true minds/admit impediments…") and then called on Marc (Anne-Marie's brother) to read a selection from The Velveteen Rabbit about becoming real. This reading drew chuckles as well, and then Anne-Marie and I were asked to recite our vows to one another. We did so, exchanged rings, and then were announced husband and wife and kissed. We signed the marriage license; Kenneth and Gisela signed the marriage license, and then we walked out. We had a group photograph of everyone who was there on the grand staircase at the Old Mill. The photographer's assistant kept us entertained with an impromptu tap dance while he had to run up the back way (the whole group of ~85 guests had arranged themselves on the staircase before he was even ready).
I'll talk more about the rest of it later, but suffice it to say that it was magical.
The whole day.
I had to be at The Old Mill at 12:30 and I spent the time while waiting on Anne-Marie getting the last minute details set up and then greeting guests as they arrived. Harry and Kenneth (my best men) were great as ushers, greeting people and getting them upstairs to the Garret room where we had our ceremony. The time came and Gisela's partner, Rob, pressed play and an instrumental version of "Love of My Life" started playing (from Passing Open Windows). Harry headed the procession while Kenneth (who is my brother) stood by my side. After Harry, Avery (the son of one of Anne-Marie's long-time friends who has become a friend of mine as well, and our ring bearer) came down and was directed to his spot by our officiant, the Reverend Robert Trimble. Autumn, our friend Antoinette's six year-old daughter came down wearing a red velvet dress and a gorgeous crown of baby's breath with an Autumn-sized bouquet of white roses. Antoinette and Gisela followed in black dresses (bought separately, but reasonably well coordinated) and white rose bouquets. My father walked Anne-Marie down to the aisle, and my eyes misted as I saw them. My father was handsome and Anne-Marie was simply radiant. I've never seen her look more beautiful than she did coming down the aisle between our friends. The love in the room for us was palpable.
Mr Trimble introduced the ceremony and brought chuckles from the crowd, most of whom have known us for the last ten years and laughed when Mr Trimble said that we were making our relationship legal and binding. After asking us if we came of our own free will to join in marriage, he called on Harry to read Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 ("Let me not to the marriage of true minds/admit impediments…") and then called on Marc (Anne-Marie's brother) to read a selection from The Velveteen Rabbit about becoming real. This reading drew chuckles as well, and then Anne-Marie and I were asked to recite our vows to one another. We did so, exchanged rings, and then were announced husband and wife and kissed. We signed the marriage license; Kenneth and Gisela signed the marriage license, and then we walked out. We had a group photograph of everyone who was there on the grand staircase at the Old Mill. The photographer's assistant kept us entertained with an impromptu tap dance while he had to run up the back way (the whole group of ~85 guests had arranged themselves on the staircase before he was even ready).
I'll talk more about the rest of it later, but suffice it to say that it was magical.
The whole day.
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