I had been having so much fun taking pictures, that when the photographer looked at the time and said we should be heading back to the hotel, it dawned on me that oh yeah, there’s still that little matter of GETTING MARRIED to take care of.
Even after my mom put my veil on, it still didn’t quite seem real somehow.
It wasn’t until I heard the violins playing in the distance and my dad was suddenly walking me down the steps to the garden that it really started to hit home that I was about to get married.
I remember that my heart was pounding and I had some gigantic butterflies going crazy in my stomach, but somehow I was able to achieve my goal of not falling or crying.
And I’ll admit, it was really hard not to start bawling like a baby when my dad gave me away. Daddy’s girl for life:-)
We were pretty excited:)
Trying hard to concentrate.
I mean, it was hard not to be distracted by the gorgeous views of the Amalfi Coast right behind the pastor.
Saying our vows
…which was actually challenging at times due to the language barrier. When the pastor said to repeat after him “I will honor you” it sounded like he was saying “I will yearn for you” and not one but both of us got tripped up on this part. Maybe we should have practiced beforehand:)
Exchanging wedding rings
Lighting the unity candle
You may now kiss the bride!
And finally, signing our marriage license–it’s official!
The pastor who made it possible (and who kind of looks like an older Italian George Constanza, no?)
It definitely felt real now. And you know what? It felt pretty darn good!