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Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo

When I picked my bridesmaids, it took relatively little debate.  I had a core group of ladies who surrounded me with love, and while it was more difficult to lower it down to four (and then raise it to five when I told Mr. Library I wouldn’t leave out a friend just for symmetry’s sake), I knew I made good choices.  My ladies were awesome, beautiful, and the best women I could have asked to stand up in front of friends and family with when told Mr. Library “I do.”  Though they looked a lot less confused when I asked them to be there…

When Mrs. Sox asked me to be her bridesmaid, I was psyched.  I had no idea what went into being a bridesmaid, but I did know that I was going to try my best to be a darn good one.  I put a lot of time thinking about different details of her bridal shower and how to make her wedding day to Mr. Sox super special, and I think all of my hard work was appreciated.

When Ms. C got engaged, I was ready to be the best cheerleader around, title of bridesmaid or not.  It doesn’t matter if you get to wear a coordinating dress and stand up in front of the crowd; when a friend gets married, you support that person.  In my book, that’s the end of the story.  It was just icing on the cake when she asked me to be her Maid of Honor (yes, I’m married, but I despise the word “matron,” so I pretend it doesn’t exist).  I was happy, and I’m pretty sure she was happy that I had said yes.  Everything was going great, right?

Well, maybe not.  Other potential party members hadn’t answered her question yet.  What took me 2.3 seconds and lots of jumping was taking them a few weeks.  What gives?

A lot of different scenarios, actually.  While not everyone shares my enthusiasm for all things wedding related, there are other reasons to think long and hard about taking on the role of a bridesmaid.  Brides get lots of advice on how to select, ask, and work with their bridesmaids, but there aren’t that many guides for considering if you want to be a bridesmaid.  It is, after all, a big responsibility with quite a few financial obligations.  So what should bridesmaids think about?

1.  Budget – Do you have the money to be able to give this your all? Before you read into putting budget first, hear me out.  Money definitely isn’t the most important factor of life, and it certainly isn’t the most important factor in being a bridesmaid.  Time is the most important (see #2), but for some people, time equals money.  As a bridesmaid, you have certain roles you need to play.  You need to be the lovely lady who stands up in front (or sits in the front pew) wearing the dress the bride has deemed appropriate and to her liking.  With bridesmaids’ dresses going into the $300 category from some designers, it can be a hefty chunk of change for a dress.  On top of that, you may have to pay for shoes, jewelry, makeup, and a hair stylist.  Add to that the bridal shower costs, the bachelorette costs, shower and wedding gifts, and any other parties you decide to throw for the happy couple, and it adds up.  Fast.

Some brides are amazing people and understand this whole money-suck concept.  It has become more popular for brides to just give their ladies a color and length of a dress and tell them to run with it, find a dress that works within those boundaries and that fits into your budget.  Others have opted to ask bridesmaids to wear black dresses, items they may already have so they don’t have to buy anything else, or shoes that generally fit a predetermined color scheme.  When I was planning my wedding party’s outfits, I just told them I wanted the shoes to be silver.  I didn’t care if they were flats or heels.  They could be new, old, used, ruffly, textured… whatever.

Find a way to talk to your bridesmaids or bride and talk about money expectations.  If you are a bridesmaid and you are clear that you definitely want to be a part but funds are short, it’s helpful to the bride.  Being open from the beginning makes the experience better for everyone.

2.  Time – Where did it all go?

Being a bridesmaid seems like it involves a medium amount of time.  You have spend time picking out dresses, perhaps having a “get to know the bridal party” luncheon or party, planning and hosting the bridal shower and the bachelorette, and, of course, being in the wedding.  But there is so much more to being a wedding party member than that.  The bride is probably going to need help on certain projects, a shoulder to lean on and/or cry on when planning gets stressful (which it will), and more than one trip to pick out and order bridesmaids’ dresses.  The planning of the shower could take multiple meetings, not to mention shopping trips and lots of “homework” time for picking the theme and venue.  If you are the MOH, you should be available to go on different errands with the bride and groom if they ask, eating up more weekend time especially as the wedding gets closer.  The wedding weekend (or week of, depending on the size of the extravaganza) includes rehearsal, rehearsal dinners, running around to vendors to pick up anything last minute, the wedding, and any after-parties or get-togethers.  The medium amount of time just turned into a much larger endeavor.

This sounds cruel, but if you cannot put in the time to help out the bride and your fellow bridesmaids, don’t say that you will be one.  It’s just not fair.  Sure, you may love the bride, but it won’t be fun for anyone if you are constantly trying to duck out of your time responsibilities.  I had a large problem with this with one of my bridal party ladies, and trust me, it was awful.  Realize that sometimes wedding errands pop up and you need to be flexible about it.  Not everything can be planned a month in advance.

At the same time, brides need to be democratic and realistic about their expected schedules.  Not everyone is going to be able to drop whatever they are doing to scour racks of shoes for the “perfect wedding pair” with you.  Sorry, it’s just not always possible.  Make sure your ladies (and gentlemen if it suits you) are aware of the top time priorities so they can put them on their calendars.  Also, give them lots of notice in advance if possible.

3.  People People – Go team!

This one is short.  If you don’t get along well with others, don’t be a bridesmaid.  I’m not sure why you would be one if you didn’t (maybe it’s a family obligation?), but be open to communication and ideas.  Be friendly.  Realize that others have ideas, budgets, and feelings too.  It takes a team to get the wedding to go off without a hitch; no one is trying to show up the others (if you are, seriously… knock it off!).

4.  Boy/Girl Toys – You may have to drop the “+1”

Some weddings just don’t have room on the guest list to allow bridesmaids to bring a date.  It sucks, but it happens.  If this is a job killer, say no.  Don’t whine and hint and make a spectacle because you can’t bring Jim Bob (wow, your boyfriend must be a red neck…).  For brides, I would recommend seeing if you might be able to squeeze in those +1 invites for your bridal party just to make it more of a party for them.  Think of it as a small “thanks” for all of their hard work.

5.  People are watching

You will be up in front of the ceremony with the bride.  Can you handle that?  No, the spotlight won’t be on you personally, but if you don’t like attention, being a bridesmaid may not be for you.  Perhaps you could ask to be a smaller helper instead, helping to hand out programs or arrange decorations before the ceremony or reception.  No one likes to pass out in front of hundreds of people, so know your showcase limits.

There are, of course, hundreds of other thoughts a girl might have when it comes to making a bridesmaid decision.  How well do you know the bride?  Are within a reasonable distance to make it to the wedding?  Can you afford to travel?  Do you believe in marriage enough to be there (I haven’t run into many people in this camp, but they could be out there)?  Are you even available to be at the wedding?  The point is, you need to think through all of your options before honestly committing.

But please.  For the love of Pete.  Don’t make the bride wait three weeks for an answer!

Love in Lowell: Fun in the Sun

With the wedding day festivities behind us, Mr. Library and I woke up in better moods and ready to finish off the wedding weekend with a relaxing luncheon at Mr. Sox’s parents’ house.  After a continental breakfast (which was actually pretty good) and a little sadness because we missed the opportunity to go out to breakfast with the newly-minted Soxes, we packed up our belongings and hit the road… all three miles of it.  Yeah, we were that close to their house.

By the time we arrived, people had already settled into their munchies and were sprawled out across the deck and inside the living room.  There was quite a spread of food, and the newlyweds were busy greeting everyone.  If any brides out there are thinking about having a “day after” event, I highly recommend it for no other purpose than being able to speak to people and really enjoy their company.  Wedding days are crazy, and the day after allows you to soak in more of the attention and love.

I still had my helpful bridesmaid hat on, so I ran around doing whatever the bride needed, like getting pins to make sure her bra didn’t creep out of her dress.  We mingled with other wedding party members and caught up on all of the scandalous tales from the night before.  Apparently, Brother Sox kissed a 20-year-old woman?  And then promptly forgot her name.  Oh yeah, and he had brought a date to the wedding, though I think they were just friends.  Ahhh, Brother Sox.

People went swimming, lounged in Adirondack chairs, and enjoyed the warm weather.  By the time I decided to get into my bathing suit, everyone was leaving and it was getting cold.  Oh well.  With a few remaining people, Mrs. and Mr. Sox headed back into the house to open some wedding gifts.  I was a little eager yet nervous for them to open the one Mr. Library and I had purchased.  You see, we had already given them their main gift, a super sweet ice cream-making ball, when they came to our wedding, but on our honeymoon, we saw something else that we thought they should have.  I’ll be honest, Mr. Library found them and told me it was a good idea.  I was hesitant.  I was already “that bridesmaid” who had done the panty line during the shower.  Did I want to be “that bridesmaid” who brought the risque wedding gift too?  But then it hit me.  Mrs. Sox brought me to a pole dancing class.  Yep, we were giving this gift!

What was it?  We got them two kitchen aprons from Italy, one with the body of the Venus and the other with the body of the David.  Oh yeah, we went there.  We Libraries are nothing but classy!  I think Mrs. Sox was a little mortified to open the gift in front of some parental figures in the room, but Mr. Sox got a kick out of them.  And for the record, I’m pretty sure Mommy Sox will never look at me the same way again.  Ever.

Once a few gifts were opened and *cough* enjoyed, we cleaned up the food and beverages and decided it was time to say our goodbyes.  The newlyweds would be heading off to Mexico in the morning, and Mrs. Sox still needed to go shopping for some last minute supplies.  Sunscreen, anyone?  It was sad to go, but we knew they would have a blast.  We thanked everyone for having us, packed up our car, and drove the 3.5 hours home, exhausted, happy, and a little sunburned.  The Sox wedding had been a major success, and I had managed not to mess up her wedding.  It was win-win all around.

Almost Six Months Later Update:

Mrs. Sox and Mr. Sox have recently moved into their own apartment and love it!  I wish we were able to see them more, but when we move to Massachusetts in the somewhat near future, we will be able to a whole lot more!  Happy almost six month anniversary, Soxes!

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner

The Night Before

Getting Our Hairs Did

Playing Dress-Up

The First Look

Show Time!

Just Dance!

A Grand Farewell

Love in Lowell: A Grand Farewell

Mrs. and Mr. Sox decided to have a grand exit from their reception, as they needed to leave the convention center to walk across the driveway to the hotel.  Sparklers became the go-to exit accessory, and as everyone filed out, different relatives handed them out to all participants.  I think they ran out at one point, because Mr. Library and I had to mooch some off from someone who had taken a fistful.

After the first dance and the exit, however, there was more of an exit to worry about.  It was time for Al to leave, to drive to the hotel by the airport and go back to the west coast for the rest of the year.  I wouldn’t see her again for an entire year.  One of my best friends was leaving, and there was a hole in my heart because of it.

Al said goodbye to the happy couple and walked out to her car with me and Mr. Library.  We all hugged, and while we meant for it to be a dry goodbye, I burst into tears at the same time as Al.  It sucks being that far apart from one of your best friends.  It SUCKS.  I tried to maintain composure throughout the rest of the night, but I ended up standing with my face hidden in Mr. Library’s shirt for five minutes just to get my crying out as Al drove away.

I collected myself and walked over to the crowd that had gathered for the newlyweds’ exit.  Mr. Library brought out our Flip camera to document, and he ended up catching an exchange with one of our fellow wedding-goers.  The wedding guest was clearly drunk and asked Mr. Library who he was.  Mr. Library explained that he was one of the bridesmaid’s husbands, but I guess that wasn’t good enough for the guy because he then proclaimed that he was just going to punch him in the face.  He even asked his friend if he knew Mr. Library and if he thought he deserved to be punched in the face.  Classy, unknown wedding guest.  Truly classy.  With the mood I was in, if he had even touched my husband, I would have gone ballistic.  Thankfully, drunk man moved on and left us alone.

Finally, the sparklers were lit and the newlyweds appeared.  We cheered and smiled and tried to keep Mrs. Sox’s hair from catching on fire from the sparklers.  We helped the newlyweds get their suitcases to their hotel room and waited at their door to make sure that they got them.  With some hugs goodnight and some more well wishes, Mr. Library and I headed off to our own room… only to end up arguing over something dumb.  I think it lasted for around fifteen minutes, long enough for me to climb into bed, curl up against him, and fall asleep.  No sleep and a highly emotional state did not make for a pleasant wife.  Sorry, Mr. Library…

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner

The Night Before

Getting Our Hairs Did

Playing Dress-Up

The First Look

Show Time!

Just Dance!

We Interupt This Wedding Recap…

To announce some amazingly awesome news!  I am a Maid of Honor!  Ahhh!  Yes, I know that I am married and thus my title should be “matron” instead of maid, but that word is reserved for old cat-crazy spinsters who shoots small children with water pistols when they don’t return their library books on time in my mind.  I am not any of those things (though I might like to spray students with water every once in a while).

If you want to read the whole event, you can stop by my newlywed blog here.  I’ll just give you the short version for now.  On Saturday night, I was in the middle of throwing Mr. Library a 25th birthday party for us and six of our friends and family.  While filling the ice cream maker ball with ice for the third time, C (remember C as one of my bridesmaids?) followed me into the kitchen and started chatting.  Right in the middle of it all, she snuck the question in there.  “I was wondering if you would like to be my matron of honor?”  Um, YES!  I began jumping up and down and hugged her, even though she’s not much of a hug person.  I am incredibly honored to be chosen for this role and cannot wait to start planning!  Why hello there, bridal shower and bachelorette party!  I swear she is more excited than this to get married!  Let the wedding planning continue!

Love in Lowell: Show Time!

The hour was finally upon us.  It was time for Miss Sox to become Mrs. Sox and marry the man she loved to dearly.  When we got into the limo after the picture session, we realized that we had a lot of little fixes to make since the wind had done its best to mess up our hair and dresses.  Thank goodness for the huge bottles of hairspray we were all toting around!

Once we left the limo, Miss Sox said to make her entrance and the rest of us scooted into the church to get out of the way.  First, we were told to go downstairs into the waiting room.  Okay, great.  And then we were scolded for going downstairs because the waiting room hadn’t existed since the 1980s.  Oh.  Okay.  Just put me where you want me.  They finally lined us up on the side of the main entryway to the aisle.  We were all excited and giggly and pumped for what was about to happen.  Miss Sox had made her way out of the car and was waiting behind the scenes too.  We were ready.

And then someone’s phone rang.  It was the ring bearer’s parents; they were stuck in the same 495 traffic that had plagued people the day before, except this time it was worse.  Other wedding guests were stuck in the same situation.  What did Miss Sox want to do, the groomsmen asked.  She had no choice.  The church’s schedule was tight, and there was no room for starting the ceremony late.  The show had to go on, and that was that.  I think it saddened most of us to know that there had already been so many speed bumps thanks to the traffic jam, but the ceremony would be beautiful either way.

Ringbearer-less, the processional began.  The parents and grandparents walked and were seated.  The groomsmen took their spots.  The two bridesmaids before me started to float down the aisle.  Before I left the starting gate, Miss Sox told me to “have fun and wave to people.”  Um… okay!  I can wave at the two people I know in this huge church!  Hey there, Al and Mr. Library!  Love you both!

Sadly, Mr. Library took the “no photos” policy set forth by the church very seriously and took NO photos of the ceremony.  I don’t blame him, though.  I knew I married a rule follower.

As I walked, I had so much going through my head and yet nothing at all.  I remembered to smile.  I didn’t fall on my face.  I remembered that I had to bow before I took my place in the pew.  I had even remembered to put my wedding hanky in my dress so that I could blow my nose for the waterworks I knew would be coming.  This was Miss Sox’s wedding and I was IN it!  So THIS is what it feels like to be a bridesmaid!

The rest of the bridesmaids made their entrances before it was Miss Sox’s and Daddy Sox’s turn.  She probably made it a total of ten feet before I started crying.  The look on Mr. Sox’s face did it to me.  He began tearing up again, even though he had seen her twenty minutes before.  This was the day she became his wife.  This was the day they promised forever.  He just couldn’t wait.  They both couldn’t wait.

The ceremony itself has since blurred in my memory.  I remember the homily given by the priest was heart-felt and loving, and I can remember wishing that our priest had said something along those lines as well.  There was a lot of kneeling, and we all had to look at bridesmaid/SIL Dory to get the timing right, as she was the only practicing Catholic in the bunch.  When it was her turn to get up to say the prayers of the faithful, I gave her my hanky since she was bawling just as much as I was.  Hold it together, Dory!  You have to read now!

The ceremony came to a close with the final proclamation that Mr. Sox and Miss Sox were now married!  HOORAY!  I’m not sure what they did, but they certainly did not “walk” back down the aisle.  Flying is more like it!  The rest of us joined up with our groomsmen matches and followed them out.  We said congratulations to them with multiple hugs in the receiving line and then were ushered out the door by all of the waiting family members and friends waiting to soak in the newlywed love and excitement.  I hung around with some of the bridesmaids before Al and Mr. Library came out of the church.  There was quite a crowd of people waiting for the newlyweds to celebrate with them!

At some point, someone had given out pink party-blowers (yes, that is their technical name) to blow when the newlyweds emerged from the church.  I had to make sure my was working.

Mr. Library still thinks this is an awesome picture of me.  Well, at least he’s married to me.

Finally, after tons of hugs and kisses, the new Mr. and Mrs. Sox emerged from the church,greeted the crowd and gave a quick thank you hug to the priest, and then were ushered into the limo to go to the reception.The bridal party jumped in behind them and then we took off!  Mr. Library and Al caravan-ed their way there so they wouldn’t get lost.  I knew I wouldn’t get lost being with the bridal party!  The car was packed with so much energy and champagne.  We all got out glasses and toasted to the newlyweds.  I handed out granola bars I had packed to those who were hungry, and then we rode.  Somehow, Mrs. Sox got her Spanx tummy panel off without undoing her dress or flashing anyone, which still impresses me today.  My groomsman partner Dan sat next to me and struck up a conversation.  We ended up chatting about Europe, and when I enthusiastically told him I had just gotten back from Ireland and Italy, he asked why I had gone on the trip.

“Oh, for my honeymoon!” I responded overly enthusiastically (since I was still, in my mind, on my honeymoon… it’s not over until you say it’s over!).

“Oh.  You’re married?  Huh.  Nice.”  I’m pretty sure those were the words of realization that there wouldn’t be any flirting with his bridesmaid partner.  Sorry Dan!  This lady is taken.

After about 20 minutes in the car, we made it to the reception location.  We all got out (some more gracefully than me)…And then it was off to the party!

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner

The Night Before

Getting Our Hairs Did

Playing Dress-Up

The First Look

Love in Lowell: Dinner and a Game

With the religious portion of the rehearsal over (and the church never having burned down for any of the bridesmaids being there!), we all huddled back into Miss Sox’s car to head over to the rehearsal dinner location, an Irish bar in downtown Lowell.  Thank goodness I hadn’t taken my car because I never would have been able to navigate!  Or find parking for that matter.  For a Thursday night when college wasn’t in session, there was a serious parking problem.  No open spots were to be had.  There was also a fair share of crazy drivers, one of whom looked a lot like the priest and promptly cut off Mr. Sox.  Screaming and beeping out the window, we all burst into laughter when we realized it just may have been the priest!  It turns out that it wasn’t, but it made for a lot of comic relief as we drove in circles trying to find a place to park.

Finally, we landed in a parking lot a few blocks away and hoofed it.  There were a few times when Al and Mr. Library were asked to go back to the car to get forgotten gifts, but all in all, it wasn’t so bad.  We were led upstairs to the function room in the bar where the bartender was ready for us.  As an incredibly generous offer, it was an open bar!  Not one to drink a lot at all, I simply drank water and a Malibu Baybreeze.  Yum!

Dinner was served buffet style, and once Brother Sox decided to dig in, the line started.  There was Caesar salad, chicken tenders, chicken alfredo with broccoli, spanikoptia, and some other fried things in which I could not partake.  Al, Mr. Library and I loaded up our plates and found a table. 

Coolest photo ever!

Al had been assigned Sistah Sox’s camera for the night, and I love this one I got of her checking out her work. Once everyone had eaten (and Mr. Sox had solved the problem of the restaurant not supplying enough food), FFIL Sox got up to give a welcoming speech that made people laugh, cry, and smile… sometimes at the same time!It was adorable to hear how much he clearly loved his son and how much he loves and welcomes Miss Sox into his family.  He did a wonderful job highlighting some of the important guests in the room, like relatives and friends who had traveled far distances to attend, and really getting to the heart of the commitment Mr. and Miss Sox were about to make.  It made me wish we had asked someone to give a speech at our rehearsal dinner.After FFIL Sox ended his speech, dessert was brought out and a game began.  Miss Sox had come up with a “getting to know the couple” game that asked participants to look at how much they knew about the Soxes.  To tell you the truth, my knowledge felt inadequate.  Sure, I knew some of the answers from the bridal shower games, but I had no idea what dorm they met in!  The beauty of the game was that you could ask other people in the room, thus getting people to socialize.  Well done, Miss Sox… you must be a teacher or something!

Look at our desserts!  They look delicious (and they were!)  Hooray for iPhones and quick thinking wedding elves!

The game lasted for a while, ending with the couple sharing the answers.  Some that people came up with were hysterical.  It was a great way to get to know the other people in the wedding party.

Once the game was called to a close, it was Brother Sox’s favorite time of the night:  present time!  He had been talking about presents for weeks, and he just wanted to get his hands on his! 

They called each of their members up one by one, giving a little details as to how they met us and how we bonded.  It was personalized and adorable.  It was ultra adorable when it was the siblings’ turns to receive their thank yous.

Once everyone had received their gift bags, we opened them together.  I was floored with their generosity!  Miss Sox ended up gifting us…

flip flops!  My feet rejoiced!pasmina scarves/wraps.  I wear mine all the time to school now!And Coach wallets!  SHUT UP!  I was just laughing with Al about how much I needed a new wallet, and here it was.  And Coach no less!  I use this thing every day!  I love love love it!  Oh, and yes, it does match my pashmina!

As a way of acknowledging how much we loved our gifts, we posed with the bride to show them off.

And I posed with my husband to show how much I loved him.

With people rejoicing and pumped for the next day, it was time to go back to the Sox house to have a girls’ (plus Mr. Library) sleepover!

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

Love in Lowell: We’re Going to the Chapel

Ahh… if only our day was that simple.  It would have been great to save the day with dessert and then simply get ready for the rehearsal, but there was an element missing:  the groom.  Mr. Sox needed to be picked up from his parents’ house about a half hour away so that we all could set up the reception ballroom (which was practically right next door).  Our team of wedding elves was on the job.  We picked up the groom, said hello to FMIL, FFIL, and Dory Sox, and went to Devens Common.

The ballroom, and the Commons itself, was gorgeous.  Despite the rain that had started to fall, the grounds were green and the atmosphere inside was lighted beautifully.  Aunt J was already in overdrive getting the wedding coordinator to show her all of the choices for mirrors, so Miss Sox directed us in how to set up the tables with runners and centerpieces.  We also set up the photo booth area, which was easy enough since the PVC set-up was the exact one we had at our wedding!  Hooray for wedding recycling! 

Within a half an hour, we had everything set up.  Aunt J said she would take care of the rest of it later that evening after the rehearsal, but now it was time for us to go back to Lowell, check on our desserts, and groom ourselves for the actual rehearsal.

With dessert safely in the fridge and people showing up in droves, it was time to get ready to head to the church.  Thankfully, the church was only about a mile away and there were three mirrors available for all of the ladies.  I decided to wear the same dress I had worn to my own rehearsal because (A) I loved it and (B) it was clean from our honeymoon.  I quickly did my hair, helped some of the other girls with dressing, and ran to Miss Sox’s car.  We were running just a little late, and I certainly did not want the reason to be me.

Short car rides are never uneventful when you load a car to capacity with overly excited wedding people.  Mr. Sox drove, Miss Sox sat beside him, and we three wedding elves smooshed into the backseat.  We were well dressed (even though Mr. Library was grousing that I had made him wear a shirt and tie and Mr. Sox wore a nice polo) and ready to go.

The wedding coordinator at the church took over immediately once most of the wedding party had arrived.  Due to a sinkhole the size of a car on Route 93 and traffic on 495, some people were late, but the show had to go on.  We practiced our processional as Mr. Library and Al took pictures.  Mr. Library was still pretty new to my fancy-pants camera, so some of the photos came out a wee bit… um… blurry.

Having gone through my own wedding rehearsal, I knew that it was important to just go with the flow and memorize where you needed to be when.  Don’t fight the system; speak up when you need to, and then just let it happen.  The wedding coordinator was a strict bird, but she did a great job making sure people knew where they needed to be.

Once everyone was in the correct place, it was Mr. Tim’s turn to practice his reading.  By this time, his reading had become legendary.  Why, you ask?  Because it talked about “his lover being a gazelle” and began with a firm and boisterous “Hark!”  It. Was. Hilarious!  We could see that he was trying everything he could to keep it together during his practice, and he did a good job.  But the real question remained… could he keep from laughing tomorrow?

We recessed like champs when we were told to, and just as we hit the end of the aisle, the missing groomsman showed up.  Nice timing!  We practiced a few more times with him in the mix just for good measure.  The priest said, “Now is when you all act like you ALL just got married and walk down the aisle together with your partner.”  Uh… didn’t I just get married for realz?  Hmmm.  Awkward.  At this point, I decided it was a good idea to introduce myself to the man on my arm since we had never met or spoken before.  It turns out his name was Dan and he could walk pretty fast.More aunts and uncles began to appear at the end of the aisle, meaning one thing:  It was time for dinner!  With a last few words about how to get to the restaurant and the wedding coordinator warning Miss Sox that the service had to start on time the next afternoon, we were off to fill our stomachs.

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert