It’s hard to believe our wedding was almost 3 months ago. It was a beautiful day—simple and happy. Since our engagement was relatively short (only about 6 months between the proposal and wedding), we had a lot of planning to do in a brief amount of time. Luckily we both had the same idea about what we wanted: a fun and stress-free party with our friends and family. Our budget was tight, but the day turned out exactly as I’d hoped.
Of course there were moments of stress. We had to find available (and affordable!) vendors in a shorter amount of time. We received a lot of help pulling everything together from our family (and friends), and fortunately, the two biggest decisions were already taken care of—we already attend a church that we love, and with Chuck being a fireman, the obvious choice for the reception was his fire hall.
I am not usually a crier, but surprisingly, from the moment the doors opened at the back of the church and I saw Chuck at the end of the aisle, I became a blubbering mess.
To keep with the “low-maintenance” theme, we had a small wedding party, consisting entirely of my sister (Molly) and Chuck’s brother. I basically gave Molly free reign when choosing a dress, and even though the color changed three or four times before she decided, I loved what she eventually picked. I used her dress color as the main accent for the rest of the wedding.
I got ready at our house in the morning. Chuck prepped at his Dad’s house, nearby, stopping at home once to bring me flowers and Trader Joe’s chocolate coconut almonds. One of my mom’s coworkers came over and and did my hair. Since I wasn’t wearing a veil, I knew I wanted to wear flowers, and she listened and pinned until everything was perfect. It really was wonderful being able to get ready and relax at home (with my family and dogs!), listening to my favorite music in the kitchen and eating Middle Eastern food and donuts. We took an uber to the church. I think it was a blue minivan.
My dress…wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. In the short amount of time between buying the dress and the day of the wedding, I had a gained a good bit of weight. The first round of alterations included, among other things, taking out the back as far as it would go (and hoping for the best). By the time the next fitting rolled around, the zipper again wouldn’t budge. By that point, the only option was ripping out the whole thing and putting in a corset-back. This wasn’t my ideal, but it had to work. At that point, I also decided that the halter-style of the dress was too revealing. I found a lace top to wear over it that wasn’t exactly the right shade of ivory, but got the job done.
Overall, the ceremony really was perfect. We took our pictures at the church (inside and out), and after, Chuck drove the four of us to a local park where we could breathe for a few minutes and get some pictures of our small wedding party. It was supposed to be a rainy day, but luckily stayed dry for as long as we were outside.
We also made a quick stop at the fire station for a couple more pictures.
These are only a few of my favorites of the hundreds of pictures we received. I haven’t even started sorting through reception shots yet, but suffice it to say, it was a great celebration. Our cake was a tiny two-tier comprised of burnt almond torte on the bottom (for Chuck) and chocolate on the top (for me). We had a buffet that received rave reviews (the food was seriously amazing), and aside from a couple small snags (we didn’t have a knife available when it came time to cut the cake, and the cake-cutting song, Cake by the Ocean, had almost finished by the time one was wrangled), it was a blast.
(All above photos are by Edy Kuhl Photography. I cannot overstate how wonderful she was, it was like having a second bridesmaid.)
I also, finally, made an addition to the tapestree! So much has happened in the last three months that I still feel so behind, but I was able to stitch something simple to commemorate our wedding day.
Quick baby update: Over the past week, I’ve started to feel some very pronounced kicking, and it’s getting stronger every day. Chuck was able to feel the first kicks on Monday of this week. Strangely enough, the three of them take turns, so while I can feel their individual kicks and pushes in different areas of my stomach, it’s never at the same time. It’s like they’re awake in shifts.
In addition to the kicking, I’ve also begun to experience the joy of crazy back pain. It came out of nowhere, but it’s been intense. I’m still growing rapidly, of course, but hopefully a few more weeks will help me learn how to carry myself, and the sudden aches won’t be quite so shocking.