Together at Last: Almost Time!

This post is part of my wedding recap series. Missed something and want to catch up? Click here for links to past “Together at Last” posts. 

After we enjoyed our tasty drinks, my family left and made their way towards the chapel to take their seats, while I stayed behind and waited for my cue to head on over. Even though I was slightly hidden, some of the guests (the late-comers *ahem*) could see me hiding out. It was sort of fun to have them see me before they were supposed to.

There was a room in the chapel I could’ve stayed in where I would have been warm and comfortable, but if I stayed there that would mean I wouldn’t have a grand, double-door entrance. And what’s the point of being a bride if you don’t get a grand entrance, right?!

So while I kept cold and hidden, the guests began arriving for our wedding.

Two lives, two hearts, joined together in friendship, united forever in love.

Once everyone was seated the processional began. First was my mom and my brother. I love that she’s smiling and not crying! 

Then the parents of the groom took their seats:

As soon as the family was seated, the men came out of their room and took their place at the front of the chapel.

How cute is this photo of my groom rubbing his hands together? I can almost here him saying, “YES! It’s almost time!”

After the guys made it to their spot, the ladies joined them. Even though I had six bridesmaids I’m missing pictures of three of them walking down the aisle. Bummer.

Up next…Little Ones Steal the Show
*photos courtesy of Kim Jackson Photography


  1. Awww you're right – the photo of the hubs rubbing his hands together is so cute! He's like, get on with it people! I want to marry my lady!!! 😉

  2. I love that picture of your hubby rubbing his hands together! So cute! And those pink tulle pomanders still make me smile – Love them!

  3. I love your wedding recap. It's making me want to do one now, 2 1/2 years later. I like the picture of you peaking around the corner.

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