I was married five months ago. While part of me has been bursting at the seams to share our wedding with you, I’ve held back. I wanted to give it (and myself) some processing time. So today marks the start of wedding week! Each post through Friday I will cover a different aspect/portion of the day that made me a wife.
As for the “getting ready” portion of the day, Eric and the groomsmen stayed at a hotel and my bridesmaids and I dressed at my parent’s house. Deciding to be there was a gradual decision that didn’t initially excite me. It is far from our venue and I was scared of the nostalgia that could add to my wedding jitters. But this became one of the most beautiful moments of that day. My mother kept one bedroom upstairs in their home a secret for months leading up to this. As I opened the door to the Bridal Suite that morning, I was met with images of my grandmothers’, aunts’, and own mother’s wedding pictures. On the bureau sat a vanity set of my great-grandmother. Everywhere I turned I saw radiant reminders of joy—the same joy I was beginning to embody. I truly felt the presence, support, and delight of many generations in that one moment–a sentiment which carried throughout the day.
