All photos by the wonderful Robert Gigliotti!
After doing our first look and taking some lovely photos, it was time to head to the church. As I mentioned, riding to my wedding in a random taxi was NOT the original plan.

All will be well…eventually.
No doubt about it, the most stressful moment of the whole day was this: after the first look, we had planned on handing the dog over to my dad to drop at the boarder’s, and then he would come back to the Drake, pick us up, and drive us to the church.

However, due to a series of complications—a 25-minute wait for the valet, horrible traffic, Mae’s check-in taking forever—my dad not only couldn?t get back to the hotel to get us, but was LATE TO THE WEDDING. The rest of us arrived well before the start time of 3:00 PM, but at 3:07 my dad was just running in. As our mothers were being seated by the best man, he was frantically tying his tie and putting on his jacket. Of course, by the time we started down the aisle, we were calm and smiley and no one was the wiser. But man, I think we BOTH aged 10 years in that moment! Anyway, at this point we were ready to go—veil on, face touched up, frantic father fully dressed. We could hear the choir from where we were waiting, and when the music changed to Jeremiah Clarke’s “Trumpet Voluntary” (<– worth a listen—so beautiful), my sister processed down the aisle, and then it was time for me and my dad.

Walking down the ais...