Monthly Archives: September 2010

Volumes of Love: Tonight’s Gonna Be a Good Good Night

Once the kids stopped hitting each other (which was pretty much the only problem we had with the them whole day) and the partnerships were lined up, our DJ Larry started our introduction music.

Remember a while ago when I said how much Mr. Library loves the Black Eyed Peas?  Well, one fateful night during a car ride to who knows where, we decided to scrap the classic entrance music we had originally decided on and go with this snazzy tune.  Is it now overused?  Meh.  Maybe.  But we loved it!

First to go through the double doors were Mom and Dad Library.Then MIL Library and FIL Library took the stage (and you may now see where Mr. Library gets his antics),followed by our youngest wedding party members.Our wedding party made the most of their entrances and really showed off their personalities…The party girls!The smiley, relatively calm ones!The popular (and super tall!) ones!The confident ones!

Finally, it was our turn.  I totally missed being introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Library.  We were a little too busy dancing our way into the reception!As we boogied our way through, we were cheered on by our friends and family.  I love looking at the smiles on everyone’s faces in all of our photos.  All that love…

We made our way to our head table to get the dinner service and speeches started.  We didn’t want to make our guests wait through our first dance to get food, so we saved it for after dinner and cake.With everyone situated, we began some of the most varied and interesting wedding speeches I have ever witnessed…

Walk me through this:

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

We find a snack in a pretty field.

We keep it in the family.

Volumes of Love: We Are Family

With our private portraits done, it was time to head off to our little party… oh, you know, our reception!  I was incredibly parched and hungry (and made a mental note to put waters in the day-of bag for Miss Sox’s wedding in a few weeks), so I was pumped to get back to our friends, family, and the food!

Dad Library acted as chauffeur and drove Mr. Library and I to the hotel.  We decked out my Saturn with a “Just Married” sign on the back and then smooshed me in my dress into the backseat.  Mr. Library got in on the other side, and we held hands all the way back.  It was like we were just beginning to date in high school again.  As we rode, this song played on the radio, so now I will always remember it as a part of our day.

Forget about airplanes.  I already was living my wish.

Our ride was a little longer than we meant, as Dad Library took a wrong turn and started to drive to Sunday River’s other resort.  Woops!  Once we turned around, Dad Library dropped us off and went to park the car while Mr. Library and I checked into our room.“Um hi, we should be checking into the honeymoon suite?”

Once we were checked in, Dad Library went on a speed mission to find us some water.  I could have lived with a glass, a jug, a whole well… anything!  This bride needed WATER!  After some runaround, Dad Library came back with some bottles and we chugged it while the Groom Squad chatted it up in the lobby with us.I have to admit that I was getting a little moody by then due to lack of food and high expectation, and I am pretty sure I told Mr. Library to pay more attention to me since he had just married me and not his groom squad, but he took it all in stride.

We moved into the hallway between the main hotel and the ballroom, and my girls came to find me.  We bustled my dress with relative ease and Cousin Jess took out my veil and put in my hair flower.Once everything was in place, I had runners go get our extended families for our family photos.  These photos have become tradition in my family’s weddings, so I knew I wanted to take the time to do them.  I popped outside to follow the photographer while Mr. Library’s family started to come together.  I guess this is where my semi-angry bride moment really happened.  MIL Library decided that she didn’t want to wait for the rest of the relatives, so she told the photographer to forget about separate photos and just combine her side with FIL Library’s side.  That wasn’t what I wanted, and I let the photographer know it.  There were so many people who came from both sides that we wanted to honor everyone with a picture where people they knew stood next to them.  This wasn’t a time for “whatever, just take it.”  I wanted these photos!

Finally, everyone came together and we took some great extended family photos.MIL Library’s extended side:  BIL K, his girlfriend (and hopefully a future member!) E, Uncle B, Aunt M, FIL Library, MIL Library, me, Mr. Library, Granny Library, Aunt S, Great Aunt H, Great Aunt H’s daughter E, and Uncle J.FIL Library’s extended family:  Mr. C (Aunt C’s boyfriend), Aunt C, extended cousin E, Aunt S, Cousin A, extended cousin L, Uncle T, Cousin H, Cousin C, MIL Library, Flower Girl E, Bird Bearer A, me, Mr. Library, BIL K, FIL Library, Cousin C, Ring Bearer J, Cousin C’s husband T, Cousin M, Cousin M’s dad R, and girlfriend E.Dad Library’s extended family:  Cousin J, Cousin E, Cousin B, Cousin K, Cousin C, Gram Library, Mr. Library, me, Dad Library, Mom Library, Great Aunt S, Uncle B, Aunt L, Aunt K, Uncle D, Sister Library, and her boyfriend J.

Our photographer wanted my Aunt K to move from one side of the photo to the other, but seeing as how he didn’t know her name, he referred to her as the “pretty blonde.”  Somehow that progressed into Aunt K being named a cougar.  Love it!Mom Library’s extended family:  Cousin A, Aunt P, Cousin M, Cousin K, Cousin J, little cousin C, Cousin B, Mr. Library, me, Dad Library, Mom Library, Aunt C, Cousin K, Cousin Jess, Uncle D, Sister Library, and her boyfriend J.

I had wanted to get photos of those who went to our alma maters as well, but the time we had budgeted was completely eaten up and a little more due to people straggling in.  We decided to scrape them and get the show on the road.  We went back into the hotel, grabbed some food they had put out for the wedding party,and got everyone ready for our grand entrance!

Walk me through this:

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

We find a snack in a pretty field.

Volumes of Love: Ready for Our Close-ups

With the rest of our wedding party and our moms gone, Dad Library and brand new FIL Library helped Mr. Library (you know, my new HUSBAND!) and I to take some individual shots with the photographer.  

Whatever we needed held, they held.  Whatever needed moving, they moved.  Whatever needed to be chiseled, they brought out the knife.

Yep.  We brought out the knives.

While I’m sure we were breaking some law, there is a tradition on the bridge that people who have some sort of loving event crave or write their names/initials (since those are less incriminating) on the bridge.  Since I had forgotten to bring a Sharpie, Dad Library pulled out his jack knife and Mr. Library went to work.  I played the lookout.

After fifteen minutes (yes, it took that long), the masterpiece was finished, and it was worth every minute.  

We then moved across the street to a field with a bright red barn I had fallen in love with when we have visited the bridge before our wedding.  We asked the owner a couple months before if she was okay with us taking photos there, and as luck would have it, her daughter was getting married in July too.  Ever the sympathetic mother of the bride, she graciously allowed us use of her property.

As we crossed the road, we ran into a couple who were taking pictures of the bridge.  The man greeted us and said, “It’s a wonderful day to be married!”  Oh, how right he was.  In fact, this couple had been married on the same day in France 58 years before!  What are the odds?  We believed it to be a very good omen.

Once we got into position in the field, we forgot about the photographer and simply got a moment to be us.

After these pictures were done and our time dwindling, I realized how hungry I was.  While I had made it a point to eat before the ceremony, my stomach was clearly telling me I hadn’t eaten enough and I needed a snack.  What’s a hungry Maine girl to do in her wedding dress?

Pick blueberries of course!  We each ate about a handful before jumping back in the car to go to our reception for family photos and, of course, the party!

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Our friends get in on the act

Volumes of Love: We Get By With a Little Help From Our Friends

With most of our guests gone on the first couple shuttle/trolley runs, our wedding party and parents were left to take some group shots.  There were tons that Greg took, so I’ll just show some of my favorites.

We knew we wanted a bunch in front of the bridge since it was almost an icon of our wedding, so we did our family shots and wedding party shots in front of it.The jump shot was a must, and it was a lot of fun.  I laugh every time I look at BIL Library and Best Man K.  BIL Library is almost jumping over his head!This is the photo we took originally, and then it turned immediately into this…Bird bearer A turned around, saw us kissing, and said, “EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!”  We all burst out laughing!  I love this photo!We love our parents.  There was so much to thank them for for the wedding, and, oh, the rest of our lives.The newly improved Library squad!The newly improved other side of the Library squad!This is my absolute favorite wedding party shot.  A few of our members were sitting on the railings, and when I saw them, I asked the photographer if we could do some shots like that.  He then told everyone at our last photo meeting that he was a genius for coming up with this set up.  Hmmm… funny how we seem to remember it differently…

After most of the formal shots were done, I changed my mind about having our wedding party attend the cocktail hour.  While I had originally asked them not to go in to keep everyone together for our grand entrance, we were going through photos pretty quickly and they were hungry and thirsty.  I also wanted some alone time with Mr. Library, so I explained it to both sides of the party while the photographer got some last shots of everyone together.Best. Picture. EVER!

Our wedding party and moms got into their assigned cars (yes, I had assigned cars to people to make sure no one was without a seat or left behind) and our dads stayed with us so that we could, you know, get back to the reception.

It was also time for some individual pictures of Mr. Library and I.

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Documenting the love

Volumes of Love: All Together Now!

It was important to Mr. Library and I that we be able to have pictures of everyone who came to celebrate our wedding with us.  That being said, it would have been very hard to get a picture with every single person during the reception.  Solution?  Giant group shot!  In a single photo, we have a beautiful record of who was with us on that day.

I ran this idea by Greg, our photographer, a couple weeks before the wedding and suggested that he bring a ladder.  What can I say?  I’m a planner.  And thank goodness I was!  Without the ladder, we would never have gotten amazing shots like this one:See that thing being held up in the back?  That would be the copy of The Velveteen Rabbit Rachel read during the ceremony.  In another version of this picture, someone also held up one of our ceremony programs.  Oh, you rowdy people in the back!

Getting this shot wasn’t too difficult, but it wasn’t too easy either.  Our munchkins in the front needed to be told to turn around and smile a few times (which the videographer caught me doing… not my prettiest moment), and Mr. Library went to put his arm around my waist and nearly pulled my veil out (again, on video and pretty darn ugly).

We went from this:

to this:to the picture above, and then this in about five minutes:Once the photo was taken, the shuttles picked up our guests to bring them to the reception.  Our parents and wedding party stayed behind to play photo shoot!

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Let’s have a hug

Volumes of Love: Hug It Out

And we were husband and wife!  This is the face I make when something is really exciting.  Trust me, it was.

As we walked down the aisle, some of our guests remembered to toss the flower petals at us.  Remember how we had made all of those envelopes for seeds?  Well, a few people (Mom and MIL Library) seemed to think that the seeds MIL Library got would stick to my dress and be awful, so since Aunt M wanted us to buy more flowers, we got flower petals instead.  It was a quality life decision.  One of my favorite photos from our ceremony came out of a few wayward petals making their way down my dress.  Being a gentleman, Mr. Library offered to get them out for me.
I told him he could get them later.Directly after our ceremony, we wanted to have a receiving line to ensure that we said hi to every guest.  Trust me, it was something we loved later on when we couldn’t actually make our way to all of the tables later on.  To keep it simple, Mr. Library and I just had our parents and siblings join us in the line.  Some of the Groom Squad decided to line up too.We’re MARRIED!!!See Groomsman D there in the background?  He cried more than anyone, including me.  I plan on doing the same thing at his wedding some day.We positioned the parents next to each other on either side so that they could introduce the other family to people they didn’t know.  Mr. Library and I did the same for each other.Meet C, my adorable cousin.  She was even color coordinated with the rest of our wedding!  Her new talent that morning?  Squirting a squirt gun… at the bride!  She was tons of fun to have around before my dress went on.These are the faces we make when we see each other. T was my mentor teacher in Providence, Rhode Island, when I student taught in her classroom.  We’re pretty much two peas in a very abstract pod.  I was so excited that her family came!I know I look pained here, but I swear I am telling Aunt M how much I love my bouquet.  Again, I was so excited that she decided to come to the wedding.  Let’s just say some family drama threatened to get in the way, but everyone put on their adult pants and came to party!With all of this love coming our way, we wanted to capture it in a special way, a way we could remember for the rest of our lives…

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember

We do?  Yes!  We do!

Volumes of Love: You and Me

As I tried to pull myself together, I looked at Mr. Library and lit up.  This part was two years in the making, and it was time to become husband and wife.  I kept squeezing his hand as Father Walter spoke.  When I get excited about something, I tend to make faces.  A lot.  There are some pretty good faces our videographers picked up during the ceremony.

Father Walter asked everyone to be seated and then welcomed our guests to our ceremony.  Because Mr. Library and I are from two different sects of faith (I’m Protestant and he’s Catholic), it was important to us that everyone, no matter what faith or spiritual background, be welcome at our ceremony.  Father Walter did a wonderful job with that.  He explained that our wedding party was made up of a great number of different religions, and that was probably also reflected in our friends and family.  No matter what faith, we were here to love one another in the presence of family, friends, and a higher power (sorry Atheists!).

After the opening prayer, we had our readers take the floor.  The day before, we had practiced with Rachel reading first, but during the ceremony, Father Walter said that a poem special to us as a couple would be read first.  Ralph was the poem reader, not Rachel.  Because of the wording mix-up, Ralph thought he was supposed to go first but was stopped when he went to speak.  Father Walter tried to discretely direct him, but Ralph is hard of hearing being as he is 92 years old.  After a minute or two of confusion, Rachel began to read.
“What is Real?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but Really loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

As an English teacher and a lover of children’s literature, this reading was perfect.  The Velveteen Rabbit was one of my favorite books growing up, so it was like I was bringing Mr. Library full circle in my life.  He is my Real.  And while I may still have my hair and eyes, with him, they don’t matter so much.  I’d rather be Real too.

Ralph read the poem that Mr. Library picked after that.  The emotion of his voice caught once or twice reading it, and I can only imagine that he was thinking about his wife Lillian, the woman playing the keyboard.  They have been together for years, and I know Mr. Library idolizes their relationship.  The tears filled his eyes as he read “I Love You” by Roy Croft from his scroll (his touch!).

I love you,

Not only for what you are,

But for what I am

When I am with you.

I love you,

Not only for what

You have made of yourself,

But for what

You are making of me.

I love you

For the part of me

That you bring out;

I love you

For putting your hand

Into my heaped-up heart

And passing over

All the foolish, weak things

That you can’t help

Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out

Into the light

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked

Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you

Are helping me to make

Of the lumber of my life

Not a tavern

But a temple;

Out of the works

Of my every day

Not a reproach

But a song.

I love you

Because you have done

More than any creed

Could have done

To make me good

And more than any fate

Could have done

To make me happy.

You have done it

Without a touch,

Without a word,

Without a sign.

You have done it

By being yourself.

Perhaps that is what

Being a friend means,

After all.

Mr. Library is a poet at heart, and this poem spoke beautifully to how we feel about each other.  We couldn’t have asked for two better readers or two better readings.

It was then time to move into our vows and rings.  Father Walter broke with the traditional flow a little bit by speaking to the crowd about how weddings typically take place in a church, but with the beauty of the forest and river around us, you could feel God’s presence everywhere here.  I still cringe a little bit about this part, though it was meant to be positive.  Lots of people had raised an eyebrow or two (including Mr. Library) when the idea of getting married on the bridge came up.  I am of the religious camp that believes that you don’t have to be in a church to know and feel God, so getting married on a bridge was just celebrating what He made.  I understand the structural importance of a church, and the spiritual importance for some, but I didn’t want some people murmuring about how this marriage should have taken place in a church.  Thankfully, I didn’t hear any.
Our vows were very traditional.  Due to the pressure of the day, we knew we didn’t want to have to memorize something (I would have totally forgotten!), and Father Walter had encouraged us to do vows that others would appreciate and understand.  While I had originally wanted to write our own, I was just as happy to write Mr. Library a letter before the ceremony and then speak vows that had been taken by our parents and grandparents before us at the wedding.

The first part of the vows was a question and answer session.  Father Walter had not told us what the questions were the day before, so we hadn’t practiced answering them.  Anyone else see where this is going?

Have you come together to make this arrangement freely and without reservations?

Oh crap.  Do we say, “We do?”  Do we say, “Yes?”  What do we say?! Being the smart couple we are, we decided to divide and conquer.  I said, “We do.”  Mr. Library said, “Yes.”  And everyone else laughed.  A lot.

Will you love and honor each other for the rest of your lives?

We still didn’t have our answer completely down in unison, so we took a minute to look at each other and let the other make the first noise.  It came out something like, “Yyyyyyyyessss!”  Again, everyone had a good laugh at this.  I found it hilarious.

Will you accept children lovingly from God and bring them up according to our faith’s traditions?

With lots of head nodding to let the other know what answer to go with, we both said yes this time.

After we had our answers relatively down pat, Father Walter had us individually repeat after him.

“I, Mr./Ms. Librarytake you, Ms./Mr. Library, to be my wife/husband,I promise to be true to you in good times and bad, in sickness and in health.  I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

Our gorgeous rings were blessed, and we exchanged them (I pointed to the finger Mr. Library had to put it on for him!) by saying,

Mr./Ms. Library, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Father Walter then said those magical words:  We were officially husband and wife!  We were then allowed to kiss!  We tried to not make it too PG13 so it was pretty short, but my lip gloss had plans to stick around a lot longer.

We lit the Unity Candle, kissed again, and listened to the end prayer.  What felt like years of planning was over in about fifteen minutes!  But we loved it.  And we loved each other.

Now it was time to exit and get the party started!

Walk me through this:

Our bridal party began to come together!

We did as UPS does!

We’re cat-walking baby!

We practiced eating!

Our wedding gets Jewish!

The girls and I have a slumber party!

I fell in love with a poet.

Mr. Library runs around.

Wake up call!

Christmas in July

Hairscapades abound

Making us up as we go

The Groom Squad strikes back

Magical flowers

We get the deets.

What should I wear today?

Click click click flash

Ding ding ding goes the trolley

The Groom Squad activates

We hear the music.

The guests are coming!  The guests are coming!

Let’s have a parade!

A walk to remember