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On My Wedding Anniversary, Looking Back at Our First Look
This year for our 7th (!!) wedding anniversary, Brett and I decided to reminisce on our First Look and how each of us remember it. If you’re subscribed to my email list, you found out what Brett thought of it!
How I Remember Our First Look
Looking back, I never dreamed of having a huge “white dress” wedding, but there I was like a princess in a fairytale. I’d spent the morning laughing and getting ready with my mom, grandma, sister, and best girl friends and it was finally time to get this day started. I wasn’t necessarily nervous, but more excited and already feeling a little sad for this day we’d been planning for so long to be happening and then be OVER. It was almost like that feeling you get when you start the series finale of your favorite TV show. But a quick self reminder to “get it together” was all I needed. One deep breath later, I found myself and my photographer standing on the stone steps of the vintage schoolhouse we’d rented in Park City, UT. I was waiting for word that Brett was situated in the garden and ready to see me in my dress for the first time. See, I told you – a total fairytale!
True confession: I love photos. Like I really, really love them. I knew taking some pretty photos on our wedding day would be something that would be important to us, so I thought of a scenario where Brett and I did a “first look” (meaning we see each other before the actual wedding ceremony) and then got all our photos out of the way. I figured this would make me much more “chill” during the ceremony and reception. And thank goodness we did, because the minute we finished our photos, the skies opened and it POURED RAIN the rest of the day. Good luck be damned, I would’ve cried if I didn’t get my photos before the rain. All that to explain why I was standing with sweaty palms wondering what Brett would say when he saw his “girlfriend” dressed up like a “bride” and if by chance, he might actually faint. Ha!
It Was Time
“Okay, he’s all set!” It was the photographer urging me to walk down to the garden and get this going. “THIS IS HAPPENING,” my brain was screaming at me, while I tried to gracefully make my way to the garden in my wedding dress. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so excited in my life! We’d set it up so Brett would be facing the opposite direction and he was instructed NOT to turn around until he felt a tap on his shoulder. No peeking, Brett! And there he was. His gray suit looked freshly pressed and I could tell he’d given himself a haircut. By the way he was standing, I knew that his hands were clasped in front of him. “He’s nervous too,” I thought to myself.
And just like that, my photographer gave me a nod they were ready. I thought quickly about how much Brett and I had been through before this day. Roommates in college, living in London together, traveling the world, having dogs that might as well have been our kids, graduation, starting work in a tough economy, him asking me to marry him with a ring hanging from a vintage Vespa, starting to build our dream home (at the time I had no idea this would become my profession), finding the perfect dress, and now this. Tying the knot in front of our family and friends. With all that in mind, I stepped forward with a huge smile on my face and tapped his shoulder.
As soon as he turned around, we made eye contact and immediately both started laughing. “Hiiiiii” we both said, like we hadn’t just had breakfast together that morning. Ha! “You look so pretty,” he said to me and I immediately melted into his huge hug. A quick kiss and we were back together, hand-in-hand and ready for the day. “Let’s stay together today,” I whispered to him. “Seriously,” he said back, squeezing my hand.
Still A Fairytale
As I look back on this day, 7 years later, I can’t help but smile to myself. Brett and I have never been very “traditional” and I’m still surprised by how much we loved having a wedding. We didn’t get married to change anything (we were already committed) but more-so to share the experience with the people who love us and have our best interests at heart. What I didn’t realize that day is that it wasn’t the series finale, but actually the premiere of a much better show. It was one of the best days of our relationship and whenever we’re having a tough time, we have that beautiful day (and those beautiful photos) to remind us that we are so loved, so supported, and our relationship is strong enough to make it. And yes, 7 years later it still feels like a fairytale…