What I Remember

Everyone says this, but I can’t stress enough how little you will actually remember from your own wedding. I’ve been married for less than a month, and this is what I largely remember from the day of the wedding. Here it is for you in timeline form:

11:00AM-Yammering on and on with my hairstylist about brothers.

12:30PM-Returning to the hotel, and Tanner in the hallway. It was important to him that he not see me the day of, and so it was one of those really awkward moments that are mostly reserved for middle school, when you see your crush and want to dive behind the nearest ficcus.

1:00PM-Sitting in the hotel room simultaneously getting my make up done, trimming the edges of programs, and singing Johnny Cash songs with Devon.

4:00PM-Trimming stems and making bouquets while my brother snapped pictures of my best man in bridal poses.

4:30PM-Getting dressed in the women’s bathroom in the choir room at my church, and my bridesmaid McKelvey tearing up. My friend Sofia ducked in for two seconds and immediately started balling.

It was totally strange and unplanned, but I was really lucky to get an alone moment (inciddentily in that women’s bathroom) with every member of my bridal party. Probably about 15 minutes before the ceremony started, Jordan wandered in and asked me if his hair looked okay. I got to mother him before my walk and smooth out any of his perceived hair snafus.

5:00ishPM-Taking pictures outside with my bridal party and family. My youngest brother put on my dad’s ratty old hat and sunglasses, turned around and hunched his shoulders and informed us all that was his impression of Dad

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Late into the six o’clock hour-I was holed up in the choir room waiting for the reception to start. Sometimes my bridesmaids or dad would wander in. before my sister had to walk down the aisle, we sat down at the piano and played “heart and soul.”

When I made it down the aisle, Tanner was shaking he was so nervous. All I can remember from the ceremony is Tanner shaking, trying to jam my ring onto my finger. We walked over to light the unity candle, and it took a good chunk of the song we had picked. We walked back to our spots on the stage as the rest of the song played, and I wanted to say something meaningful, but all I could muster was, “I have wax on my fingers.”
“Me too.” he said.

The only other thing I remember from our ceremony is pretty monumental. Our pastor pronounced us man and wife, and we made it to the end of the aisle and breathed a huge sigh a relief. Tanner turns to me with a start and says, “He didn’t let me kiss you.”
Before I could say, “huh?” Tanner grabbed my hand and pretty much dragged me back to the stage and gave me the biggest kiss of my life.

This is what Tanner remembers:

“I remember that kiss. It was awesome. Oh…and my shoes.”