Wedding March Madness: Pre-Wedding

I know I'm breaking up my wedding day up a little too much. But if you know me, you know I am detail-oriented and this is what I do.

I was so cool, calm, and collected the morning of my wedding. I'm a pretty emotional person naturally, and I expected to wake up freaking out, crying, you name it. However, I woke up and was fine. When I took a shower, I remember washing my hair and thinking, "Am I going to cry? Why am I not freaking out yet!? What is wrong with me!? This isn't right! I should be crying happy tears!"

On the way to the church, I felt the nerves start to get me. I got a small little lump in my throat, but swallowed it. I was going to be calm.

I arrived at the church, feeling good, got ready, still feeling good, and then it was that time where you waited around waiting for the wedding coordinator to ask, "Are you ready?"

During that hour before the wedding (which felt like forever), I found a moment to hold hands with my future husband. We didn't see each other, don't worry. We held hands around the corner.

We had some business to take care of.



You see, my Mom went to Cabo right when Andrew and I started dating. She brought us back matching bracelets. I wore mine for about 8 months before I decided it was clashing with way too many outfits. So, I put it on my rearview mirror. Andrew, however, decided to wear it every single day for 3 years. That bracelet had been through the ringer...even a cow's ya-ya. Yes, a cow's ya-ya. Don't ask. LOL

Since it was time to get married, and since he was going to have a band around his finger to symbolize his commitment to me, we decided we could cut it off on our wedding day.

I swear it used to say my name. Haha.

I went back to the bridal suite and touched up my make-up, took pictures, and just hung out until I got the cue.

In the mean time, hubs read my letter to him. It was a pretty good letter if I do say so myself...and we can't find it to this day. I think my MIL has it? Let's hope she does?


And my Mamaw made the final touches while I pinned my Papaw with his flower.

Aren't my Mamaw and Papaw the cutest!? They are the best.


I'm still feeling good. No tears. Just happiness.

Then I walk back to the bridal suite...and my brother walks in the room and sees me for the first time.

He and I are the exact opposite of each other. He's cool, calm, and very reserved. I'm hyper, out-going, and goofy.

When I looked at my brother, the man that was going to walk me down the aisle...he had tears in his eyes.

And then...like I expected...



I lost it. I cried like a little sobbing baby.

It made my friends cry.



I don't think I ever got back the cool, calm, and collected after that. I think I honestly had an anxiety attack. I couldn't catch my breath, and I was so incredibly nervous.

My bridesmaids and I prayed.



And we took a picture for Piper since the church wouldn't allow him to be the ring bearer. (Furlee wasn't born yet)

Piper has vestibular disease, so his head naturally tilts to the side. We all did "The Piper!" Hahaha :)



AND then I got the, "Are you ready?"

Hell yes, I am more than ready. Tears, anxiety attack and all. :)


Yes, still crying.

Love this shot. Our big day is here babe. Let's do this...

Here comes your bride...