Monday, 11 May 2015

and a sixpence for your shoe: part three

It's Monday, and I finally rejoined the workforce today! It's sort of like going back to school, except with more coffee. On the blog today is the next part of our wedding, and the most important part: the ceremony. It's going to be a long one, folks, so fill up that coffee cup and settle in. :)



One of my favorite memories of the day isn't pictured: my bridesmaids and I singing "Going to the chapel" in the car on the way to the wedding. It was so fun and surreal!




One of Patrick's aunts gave my dad a sixpence and he slipped it in the toe of my glittery shoes before we walked into the church.


How cute is our little bridal party? The priest told me he'd never seen so many bridesmaids.




In the U.K., the groom doesn't usually turn to see his bride. But I'd been dreaming of that moment my whole life, so we did things the American way.




And even though my entrance music skipped...



...it was about as magical as it gets.





I cried on and off (mostly on) throughout the whole ceremony. That's no surprise, though, since I'm the type to cry at almost anything.


One of my friends from high school and one of Patrick's sisters did the readings. My favorite reading is one I've loved for years, from the Book of Ruth:
But Ruth said, “Entreat me not to leave you or to return from following you; for where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God my God; where you die I will die, and there will I be buried. May the Lord do so to me and more also if even death parts me from you.”


The church where we were married is the same church Patrick's parents and two of his sisters were married.







The ceremony seemed to fly by, and soon enough it was time for the vows.




There were some minor variations to the exchange of rings from the American version. The groom gives the bride a coin as a symbol of his worldly goods. And we slid each other's ring over the thumb, pointer, and middle finger (representing the Trinity) before putting it on the ring finger.


And then it was official! We were married. :)







My very talented cousin sang "Come Thou Fount," my favorite hymn, during the offertory.




As you can see, my veil decided it was bored of the ceremony and was making a break for it. I could feel it sliding down through the whole thing and figured, "If this is the worst thing that happens, I'll take it." It was!


One of the other differences is that after the Mass is over, the bride, groom, and MOH/Best Man go up to the altar to sign the marriage license.








I just love how big his smile is in all of these pictures. I have the cutest husband.




It was hard to believe that it had gone by so quickly, but it did! We followed these adorable flower girls out as they sprinkled flowers down the aisle.


They're carrying the same basket I carried when I was a four year-old flower girl.






Looking at these pictures makes me smile at how fantastic that day was. I know, I know, I'm such a sap! Even though my veil fell off and my fabulous entrance music skipped the whole way down the aisle, it was still the most amazing hour (or so). I wish we could do it all over again!

xoxo

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