FCTF: Recap and Photos (Finally!)
I am so incredibly behind on this recap it's not even funny! So much happened that I was overwhelmed at the thought of getting it all down, but I think a couple weeks away helped me put it in perspective. And with that said, here goes!
Attend the rehearsal and dinner, go to my parents' house, relax with a cup of tea and sleep aid, and go to bed early. Wake up the next day refreshed, hit the gym, and begin getting ready around 11am. Enjoy a carefree afternoon with my girls, have a beautiful outdoor ceremony, take some gorgeous outdoor sunset photos in the gardens of the estate venue, dance the rest of the night away.
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED:
I arrived at my parents' house after the RD around 10:30, incredibly nervous about the looming T-storms the weather reports were predicting for the next day and frantically completing DIYs that were still unfinished. Neither my parents nor I had gotten more than five hours of sleep on any given night of the previous week, and everyone was exhausted. At 11pm the phone rang - it was my godfather/uncle who really is like my second dad. He never married or had children, so he treats me like a daughter - we're incredibly close. Some of you may remember that I asked for prayers when he was diagnosed with prostate cancer a couple months ago. Well, that night he called to tell my mother that he had to get to the ER immediately. Bloodwork results had just come back - he had bacteria in his blood. My parents rushed to his house while I stayed on the phone with him. He was going into sepsis and would forget that he was talking to me and even what year it was. I was hysterical.
I couldn't sleep that night and cleaned the whole house in between phone calls to the hospital. My father came home around 2am; my mum stayed until 4am. I slept a couple hours between 3 and 7, waking up constantly. The whole next morning I sobbed. No one knew what was causing my uncle's illness - not only would he miss my wedding, but we didn't even know if he would recover. My mother was so exhausted and guilt-ridden about leaving her brother but at the same time guilt-ridden about not being around for her only child's wedding.
Meanwhile the weather reports continued to show rain, and just as my wedding planner called to discuss the alternative to the garden ceremony I had dreamt of, a huge windy storm began. Plan B, having the ceremony on the covered wrap-around veranda, was also knocked out, and we were left with Plan C - a ceremony held in the exact same location as the reception. Dan and I were so disappointed.
However, in that time, we began to hear news that my uncle was stabilizing in the hospital, and he begged me to focus on my wedding, which I tried to do. DH had sent the sweetest letter and dozen ivory roses for me. The girls and I had a little fun drinking mimosas and bellinis and nibbling at the brunch food my parents had gotten for us in between hair appointments and make-up done by my fabulously talented friend (who ended up wearing my uncle's bout and becoming my "Man of Honor.") Later that day he became my savior, completely every little task that arose.
The photog came right on schedule and even brought an assistant (which should have cost more but didn't! Wow!) We took the getting ready photos, but the rest were to be at our venue. The limo was supposed to drop off the boys at 3:40, pick up us girls by 4:00, and drop us off around 4:15 so that I could get pics with my family and BM before the 6pm ceremony. But the boys were late. Really late. The weren't dropped off until 4pm. The limo driver took the longest way I've ever known (a 15-20 min ride took over 35 mins, and this was there and back - almost 40 minutes lost!), and we didn't get there until 5:15. Some guests were already there early, so we couldn't take any photos. However, a traffic SNAFU caused a major back-up, and even though we had to make up for an hour of lost photos PLUS take the photos we already planned to take during the cocktail hour, the ceremony started 20 minutes late because the valets couldn't get all of our guests in at once.
At this point, I was crying most of the day. My uncle wouldn't be there to escort my mother down the aisle or even see me get married, and I was feeling so guilty for not being in the hospital with him. I knew we would lose out on so many photographs, and there was rain all night - no chance to take pics outside (the main reason we chose our venue) or get any sunset pictures (the main reason we chose our photog). I was, however, so touched to see a gift from DH waiting for me in the bridal suite - diamond earrings I had wanted for years and the most loving card. Reading that, I decided that, no matter what, I was marrying my best friend, and that would make everything else okay. With that new mindset, here's how it went: