Clutching my fatherâs arm, balancing on red high heels and praying I wouldnât trip on yards of white tulle, I turned the corner and waited for the church doors to open. When they did, I knew there were loved ones on each side of me, but I could only see one face â his.
I always thought that I would move as slow as a turtle down the aisle, trying my best not to trip and fall. I all but ran. Halfway down the aisle, I reminded myself to slow down so that the photographer could capture this fleeting moment.
As I approached the altar, I wasnât nervous. I was perfectly happy and confident, ready for this commitment. As everyone bowed their heads in prayer, I realized that I had walked down the aisle without my veil covering my face. At my whispered request, my father â through much effort â hoisted my veil over my face.
As our friend and officiant was getting ready to begin, I whispered to my husband âI ate a mint,â just to break any tension. He and the officiant both tried to stifle giggles, unsuccessfully, and we began the ceremony.
Everyone told me the ceremony would feel over in the blink of an eye, and it somewhat did. I was so engulfed in the moment that I never realized our officiant forgot to tell people to sit, so they stood the entire ceremony. When it came time to recite our original vows, I had mine memorized. From attending weddings in the past, I knew that I wanted to speak clearly and also loud enough for all to hear:
âI love you more than words can describe.
You make me weak in the knees and strong in my heart.
I’ve always felt that God made us for each other and you are my best friend and favorite person.
I promise to love you, support you, and hold your hand as we walk through life together. Always and forever.â
There are so many memories from that day. During the receiving line after the ceremony, Spencerâs (and…