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Saying I Do: We Actually Said I Do

Aug 22, 2011 07:48PM ● By Anonymous

After our first look at the resort, my soon-to-be husband and I rejoined with our bridal party for the rest of the pictures. After that, we actually had some downtown, which we spent hanging out in the hotel bar. (Why, where else would you go?) Then it was a short limo ride to the ceremony venue, where I slipped in the back so none of the guests would see me in my dress (I was actually more concerned about guests seeing me than my husband!)

I was calm. Perhaps too calm, in fact. In the process of getting in and out of the limo, I had somehow gotten black stains on the train of my ivory satin gown -- my mother was panicking, my bridesmaids were throwing fits.

I was calm. I asked a bridesmaid to get me a glass of white wine from the bar.


Don't worry, my mom had an emergency bag that could alleviate world wars. They grabbed some club soda and a Tide-to-go pen, and everything was fine.

Next time I knew, the coordinators were lining up the bridesmaids and it was time to go.

Look at those smiles! At this point, a classical guitarist was playing Ben Harper's "Forever." (Bridesmaids walked down the aisle to the very traditional Canon in D.) I don't remember it though. I remember seeing David at the end of the aisle and feeling like my cheeks were going to explode from smiling so hard.

The reverend who married us talked a lot. I know that. But we weren't listening to a word he said, and it was obvious to the crowd -- my aunt even commented one it when she came to visit us at the end of July. David and I were so lost looking at each other and taking in the moment. At one point, the reverend asked us to turn around and look at the 87 people who had gathered in Arizona to celebrate with us.

Did I mention the weather was perfect? It was about 85 degrees and sunny, without a cloud in the sky.

Soon enough, it was time for the rings. I realized at that point that I hadn't moved my engagement ring to the other hand for David to put my wedding band on my finger. Because my hands are freakishly two different sizes, my engagement ring is too small for the ring finger on my right I put it on my pinky. Therefore, in pictures of us putting the rings on each other, you can clearly see my engagement ring on my pinky finger.

I didn't just say my vows. I yelped them.

I don't know what got into me. I was just so excited that when the reverend said, "Kelsey, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband," all my emotion bubbled up inside and I squealed the words. Everyone laughed at me, and commented about it to me during the reception. What can I say? I was happy.

Then there was a kiss to end all kisses.

And there we were. Husband and wife.