On the day of my wedding there were beautiful flowers, a white dress, a severely fatigued groom and a woman ready to married her best friend. Looking back there are few things that I would change: our DJ refused to put on the corny wedding music we requested and I didn’t get to eat any cake but the wedding was as wonderful as I could have imagined it to be.
So I thought that today I would share with you, not only some photos from our special day but a pretty hysterical story that I will forever tell when looking back at our wedding day. Once upon a time…
Long story short? My husband almost fainted at the altar. Yeah, I know, hilarious! He doesn’t like to be the center of attention and doesn’t like to have all eyes on him. So the pressure of our wedding day got to him and as the ceremony was starting he turned to me and said, “I can’t do this. I’ll be right back.” For most girls this would have been devastating but because I know him so well (and the fact that he had fainted at a previous wedding we were in last July AND felt woozy and almost went down during our rehearsal dinner) I didn’t freak out.Our wedding was held in a tent on the property of where are reception was taking place, so he went outside in the October air and sat down, head in hands. The best man soon followed.
They sat outside for what seemed like an eternity as guests wondered what was going on. Our family on the other hand had an idea of what was going on. I believe our minister, a good friend of my in-law, had made an announcement letting our friends and family know of my husband’s sensitivity. Some groomsmen hurried and grabbed chairs for us to sit in during the ceremony so that my fella wouldn’t lock those long legs of his. Soon after the best man and the fatigued groom entered. Apparently a decision was made outside that all the guys would take off their coat jackets so that my husband wouldn’t stick out as the only one without his.
The ceremony went on as planned, except that we were sitting, lol. When it came time to recite our vows and the exchanging of the rings the chairs we removed and we stood face to face. It was absolutely perfect. Well, until the best man realized that the rings were in his tux pocket, which was sitting in the pews where the groomsmen placed their jackets. So an assembly line soon formed as the guys passed the rings from groomsmen to groomsmen. I don’tever remember being so happy in my life, as we became each others’ family.
By Joanne M of Fabulously Average