Bridal Processional with Father
All photos are thanks to the absolutely extraordinary Amilia of Amilia Photography.
We last left off with the wedding party in their places, and Mr. Blue Moon patiently waiting for me at the end of the aisle. My planner had shut the inner sanctuary doors so that I could leave my hidey hole unnoticed, and she had Blue Dad and I take our places. After one final fluff of my dress, I heard the selection I chose for my bridal processional begin to play (an arrangement of Christina Perri’s “A Thousand Years“), and our planner and her assistant got ready to reopen the doors.
My emotions in this moment were all over the place, and they were like nothing I have ever felt. I was so nervous about tripping, which is a pretty rational fear since I’m super clumsy. I was also furiously trying to control my heart rate and take deep, even, breaths, so as not to start blushing as soon as I got in front of people (I’m definitely a blusher). I was really excited to see Mr. Blue Moon again, but also sort of in this state of wild disbelief that we were actually about to be married. The next few moments had been so many years in the making, and I was having trouble processing all these rushes of emotions at once. I think Blue Dad could feel me physically trembling on his arm, which had to have had him a little concerned. Like I’ve mentioned, we are not very emotional people. I vaguely remember him telling me not to pass out, but...