The Wedding Wrap-Up
Posted: Thursday, Mar. 28, 2013
Photo by: Nathan Abplanalp Photography
Brittany Sajbel is an associate attorney in Concord. Her March wedding planning has hit quite a few bumps in the road, but she remains positive and sane with the help of her amazing fiance, Neil Love, and their two furbabies, Gemma Bean and Kitty Caroline. Contact Brittany here.
On Saturday, I became Mrs. Neil Love.Id been patiently waiting for the day for well over four years, since I first told Neil in September of 2008 that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Only five months after we officially began dating, a statement like that probably had him thinking I was nuts. All this time later, its simply further proof that I am always right.I originally wrote an entry that was much longer than this, breaking down the weekend bit by bit, disaster by disaster, but I realized that in the grand scheme of things, not a darn bit of it is important except that on Friday, we picked up our marriage license, and on Saturday, a ceremony made it official.Without too much ado, there were a whole lot of interesting parts to the weekend that made it something to remember and gave it a little bit of character. Some moments were good, some were bad, and some were just weird. THE WEIRD*the best man, a maid of honor, a groomsman, and my brother walking into the packed Meet & Greet in nothing but bathrobes after taking a quick jump in the pool at 60 degrees and realizing they had locked themselves out of their rooms;*the little kids that I hadnt planned on inviting turning out to be breakdancers of epic proportions; and*the pictures that were taken of me after the reception when I was so exhausted, I fell asleep sitting up.THE BAD*wiping out on concrete carrying a stack of Carolina Bride magazines and a beer while a senior citizen on the balcony above laughed and took pictures;*the temperature outside being so cold, you can almost see me shaking in pictures from the ceremony;*pulling an all-nighter on Friday to finish floral arrangements when only about half of my flowers were salvageable after a delivery delay; and*managing the monsoon that rolled in on Saturday with winds so strong, all 75 alphabetized place cards blew off the display and vases toppled over and smashed. THE GOOD*Neil surprising me with a scrapbook he made of every single card, poem, and love note I have given him since 2007;*both sets of our parents dancing with each other like I have never seen them do before;*the deluge stopping for exactly thirty minutes so we could knock out our ceremony beneath the oak trees, then having enough umbrellas (in our wedding colors, of course) that I had the common sense to buy the week before;*my beautiful sister from California wrapping my bouquet in a swatch of my grandmothers wedding dress she saved for me after she had it altered for her own wedding in May;*stepping into the most beautiful wedding reception I ever could have imagined, thanks in significant part to my friends, family members, and vendors that stepped up when I never would have asked them to; and*having the weather on Sunday clear up just enough to throw my wedding dress back on to have our best man snap the beach pictures of us that I had imagined since I first stepped foot on Jekyll Island.Looking back, a lot of crummy stuff happened during my wedding weekend that I thought would break me. If you told me two months ago what would have happened, I would have been an emotional wreck. The weather was absolutely terrible, and I was exhausted by the end of it. Going into the weekend, I had no idea how anything would get done, and some of it didnt. I found decorations in the conference room the next day that never made it down to the reception, but I didnt notice, and I guarantee no one else did.Even with the good clearly outweighing the bad, I am tempted to say that if I could go back, theres no way I would take on the amount of work that I did to plan my own wedding. Any reasonable bride looking objectively at what I put myself through last weekend and in the months leading up to it would agree that I was crazy, and Id have to agree with them.But then I remember Neils face as I walked down the aisle.It started calm, as he kept his eyes on the ground while the last pair of attendants made their way to their spots. It became nervous when the music started playing for me to come down the aisle. It was a massive grin the first time that he really looked into my eyes and saw me beaming back at him.And it became solemn and serious the first time that I took his hands, while he fought to hold back the one or two little tears that snuck down his cheek. As stressful as the months, weeks, days, and hours were leading up to our wedding day, I would do everything again a hundred times over to recapture that moment. Every single thing I went through became worth it the minute we both said, I do.
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