The day someone said i do

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This is about two loving people getting married. IT is about how the whole day was planned and what everyone did.

Submitted: August 26, 2012

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It was a beautiful Saturday morning on December 7, 2010.  The winter air was crisp and the view was amazing the soft salty scent from the ocean filled the air.  Off the balcony on the second story of the Long Beach Yacht Club I could see the lights swells of the Pacific Ocean. The small crashing of waves added to peaceful instrumental background sounds as the ceremony was about to begin.  December 7, 2010 my mom’s friend’s wedding, was a day that changed her life. The ballroom at the Yacht Club was decorated with red rose and black ribbons, the perfect combination of colors for a winter wedding. Long, tall windows covered the walls to let all the guest experience the view of the nearby ocean.  Each round table was decorated with a long black skirt cloth, a short bright white tablecloth, with each placemat arranged around a beautiful vase full of red roses. The wooded dance floor full of chairs for the ceremony, took up half the room, while the other half was occupied with 15 round tables and one rectangular head table. As the guest walked up the stairs to the ballroom, they would see a guest book that was decorated with pictures and captions, and ready for their signature. On the path to the ceremony sitting there was a small table that held the wedding cake.  The white cake had texture on every level. The white cake had textures on every level as well as an intricate frosting monogram of our initials.

On the inside of the aisle between the two blocks of chairs there was a dazzling display of black ribbon, red roses, and other greenery. At the end of the aisle there was a small pedestal which was watched over by our pastor. To the right of the pedestal was where I stood, with the best seat in the house, and behind me stood a line of groomsmen. Behind all of us was a small table with a glass of wine, bread, and three candles. All of the guests were seated and we all waited for the main attraction. Soon we would all witness the stunning bride. As the music changed, a small boy of seven years old came hurried down the aisle holding a lighter. He walked right past us to the small table and lit the two lower candles. The only thing on his mind was getting his job done without burning down the house with his lighter. Following directly after him was the procession of bridesmaids. The first bridesmaid walked down the aisle, she was a friend of the bride. Right after her followed the second bridesmaid, her niece. Two more sisters followed the bridesmaid path and then, last but not least, the Maid of Honor made her way down the aisle. As the bride’s best friend finished her walk there came another small child. The ever popular flower girl of only three years old stumbled down the aisle dropping rose petals as she saw fit. Halfway down the aisle she ran out of petals and decided that she could then walk much faster to finish her trip. Once the flower girl had safely made it down to the end of the aisle all of the music stopped and everyone stood up. The moment everyone was waiting for, or at least the moment that I was waiting for, was about to happen. A new melody started up and like the wave at a baseball game the “ooh” and “aaahhs” from the crowd started on one side and ended on the other. From around the corner I could see the very top of a balding head. After they came around the corner of the crowd, I could see the wonderful sight of my stunning new bride accompanied by her father, a tall rugged man who is slightly balding. They walked towards me one step at a time slowly, but surely. It felt like time had slowed to a crawl as I waited for her to reach me. Finally after what seemed like years, I walked out to greet my new father-in-law and my new wife. I shook his hands as he gave away his youngest daughter to start our own family, and then I reached out for the arm of my bride. Together we walked the rest of the way down the aisle and stood in front of the pastor’s pedestal. The pastor opened with a prayer and then he began the ring ceremony. He spoke about the ring and what it symbolized and then we were able to face each other and speak our vows. As she spoke to me she could not hold the tears in and she sobbed the rest of the way through her vows. I remember looking at her and thinking how lucky I was to have someone that cared that much about me. I read my vows to her and of course she cried through that one too. Once all the vows were down, the “I do’s” were said, and the crying was over, our pastor pronounced us husband and wife and we were able to kiss. Before the ceremony was finished, we were directed to the small table behind us for communion and to light the one candle on top of the two previously lit candles to symbolize us becoming one. We were introduced to the crowd for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Brian Crush wazey and we walked together back up the aisle. The ceremony was over but the wedding party was just about to begin.

Probably the worst part of the wedding was taking all the pictures. Right after the ceremony was over, but before we could enjoy the reception, we had to take pictures for about an hour. Once that dreadful ordeal was over, we came straight to the party. Shortly after we sat down, dinner was served on white studded plates. The arrangement of chicken, salad, bread, and vegetables was amazing, not to mention the taste. It was the sweetest, moistest chicken we had ever had. We were seated at the Head Table where we could see everything going on. Sometimes when I would look away from my bride I would see the hustle and bustle of people moving around and taking pictures. It was like a crowded day on the streets of New York. Everyone was trying to navigate through chairs and tables to come speak with us. After dinner was over it was then time for the bride and groom’s first dance. This was the first time everything slowed down and I was able to take in everything that happened. This was the first time I really got to see her without so many other things happening at one time. She looked so beautiful with her dangling diamond earrings and her new white wedding dress. Her hair was half up, half down and was complimented nicely with her veil. She leaned in to my chest and lightly whispered “Thank you for loving me, Brian”. This is when it finally hit me that we get to be together for the rest of our lives. The moment that I had been waiting for had finally happened and we had finally gotten married. No more talking about it or thinking about it, the wedding was now. I whispered back to her “I love you now, and I will love you forever” and I pulled her closer to me. During this dance when all eyes were on us was when I could finally step back and see everything that had just happened. All of the empty chairs were now filled with people who came to see our wedding. Our families were huddled around the tables talking and laughing with each other as if they had been friends since childhood. Although it was just a Saturday morning to most people, January 6, 2007 was the day that my life was blessed with marriage.

 

It was a beautiful Saturday morning on February 7, 2010.  The winter air was crisp and the view was amazing the soft salty scent from the ocean filled the air.  Off the balcony on the second story of the Long Beach Yacht Club I could see the lights swells of the Pacific Ocean. The small crashing of waves added to peaceful instrumental background sounds as the ceremony was about to begin.  February 7, 2010 my mom’s friend’s wedding, was a day that changed her life. The ballroom at the Yacht Club was decorated with red rose and black ribbons, the perfect combination of colors for a winter wedding. Long, tall windows covered the walls to let all the guest experience the view of the nearby ocean.  Each round table was decorated with a long black skirt cloth, a short bright white tablecloth, with each placemat arranged around a beautiful vase full of red roses. The wooded dance floor full of chairs for the ceremony, took up half the room, while the other half was occupied with 15 round tables and one rectangular head table. As the guest walked up the stairs to the ballroom, they would see a guest book that was decorated with pictures and captions, and ready for their signature. On the path to the ceremony sitting there was a small table that held the wedding cake.  The white cake had texture on every level. The white cake had textures on every level as well as an intricate frosting monogram of our initials.

On the inside of the aisle between the two blocks of chairs there was a dazzling display of black ribbon, red roses, and other greenery. At the end of the aisle there was a small pedestal which was watched over by our pastor. To the right of the pedestal was where I stood, with the best seat in the house, and behind me stood a line of groomsmen. Behind all of us was a small table with a glass of wine, bread, and three candles. All of the guests were seated and we all waited for the main attraction. Soon we would all witness the stunning bride. As the music changed, a small boy of seven years old came hurried down the aisle holding a lighter. He walked right past us to the small table and lit the two lower candles. The only thing on his mind was getting his job done without burning down the house with his lighter. Following directly after him was the procession of bridesmaids. The first bridesmaid walked down the aisle, she was a friend of the bride. Right after her followed the second bridesmaid, her niece. Two more sisters followed the bridesmaid path and then, last but not least, the Maid of Honor made her way down the aisle. As the bride’s best friend finished her walk there came another small child. The ever popular flower girl of only three years old stumbled down the aisle dropping rose petals as she saw fit. Halfway down the aisle she ran out of petals and decided that she could then walk much faster to finish her trip. Once the flower girl had safely made it down to the end of the aisle all of the music stopped and everyone stood up. The moment everyone was waiting for, or at least the moment that I was waiting for, was about to happen. A new melody started up and like the wave at a baseball game the “ooh” and “aaahhs” from the crowd started on one side and ended on the other. From around the corner I could see the very top of a balding head. After they came around the corner of the crowd, I could see the wonderful sight of my stunning new bride accompanied by her father, a tall rugged man who is slightly balding. They walked towards me one step at a time slowly, but surely. It felt like time had slowed to a crawl as I waited for her to reach me. Finally after what seemed like years, I walked out to greet my new father-in-law and my new wife. I shook his hands as he gave away his youngest daughter to start our own family, and then I reached out for the arm of my bride. Together we walked the rest of the way down the aisle and stood in front of the pastor’s pedestal. The pastor opened with a prayer and then he began the ring ceremony. He spoke about the ring and what it symbolized and then we were able to face each other and speak our vows. As she spoke to me she could not hold the tears in and she sobbed the rest of the way through her vows. I remember looking at her and thinking how lucky I was to have someone that cared that much about me. I read my vows to her and of course she cried through that one too. Once all the vows were down, the “I do’s” were said, and the crying was over, our pastor pronounced us husband and wife and we were able to kiss. Before the ceremony was finished, we were directed to the small table behind us for communion and to light the one candle on top of the two previously lit candles to symbolize us becoming one. We were introduced to the crowd for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Brian Crush wazey and we walked together back up the aisle. The ceremony was over but the wedding party was just about to begin.

Probably the worst part of the wedding was taking all the pictures. Right after the ceremony was over, but before we could enjoy the reception, we had to take pictures for about an hour. Once that dreadful ordeal was over, we came straight to the party. Shortly after we sat down, dinner was served on white studded plates. The arrangement of chicken, salad, bread, and vegetables was amazing, not to mention the taste. It was the sweetest, moistest chicken we had ever had. We were seated at the Head Table where we could see everything going on. Sometimes when I would look away from my bride I would see the hustle and bustle of people moving around and taking pictures. It was like a crowded day on the streets of New York. Everyone was trying to navigate through chairs and tables to come speak with us. After dinner was over it was then time for the bride and groom’s first dance. This was the first time everything slowed down and I was able to take in everything that happened. This was the first time I really got to see her without so many other things happening at one time. She looked so beautiful with her dangling diamond earrings and her new white wedding dress. Her hair was half up, half down and was complimented nicely with her veil. She leaned in to my chest and lightly whispered “Thank you for loving me, Brian”. This is when it finally hit me that we get to be together for the rest of our lives. The moment that I had been waiting for had finally happened and we had finally gotten married. No more talking about it or thinking about it, the wedding was now. I whispered back to her “I love you now, and I will love you forever” and I pulled her closer to me. During this dance when all eyes were on us was when I could finally step back and see everything that had just happened. All of the empty chairs were now filled with people who came to see our wedding. Our families were huddled around the tables talking and laughing with each other as if they had been friends since childhood. Although it was just a Saturday morning to most people, January 6, 2007 was the day that my life was blessed with marriage.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning on February 7, 2010.  The winter air was crisp and the view was amazing the soft salty scent from the ocean filled the air.  Off the balcony on the second story of the Long Beach Yacht Club I could see the lights swells of the Pacific Ocean. The small crashing of waves added to peaceful instrumental background sounds as the ceremony was about to begin.  February 7, 2010 my mom’s friend’s wedding, was a day that changed her life. The ballroom at the Yacht Club was decorated with red rose and black ribbons, the perfect combination of colors for a winter wedding. Long, tall windows covered the walls to let all the guest experience the view of the nearby ocean.  Each round table was decorated with a long black skirt cloth, a short bright white tablecloth, with each placemat arranged around a beautiful vase full of red roses. The wooded dance floor full of chairs for the ceremony, took up half the room, while the other half was occupied with 15 round tables and one rectangular head table. As the guest walked up the stairs to the ballroom, they would see a guest book that was decorated with pictures and captions, and ready for their signature. On the path to the ceremony sitting there was a small table that held the wedding cake.  The white cake had texture on every level. The white cake had textures on every level as well as an intricate frosting monogram of our initials.

On the inside of the aisle between the two blocks of chairs there was a dazzling display of black ribbon, red roses, and other greenery. At the end of the aisle there was a small pedestal which was watched over by our pastor. To the right of the pedestal was where I stood, with the best seat in the house, and behind me stood a line of groomsmen. Behind all of us was a small table with a glass of wine, bread, and three candles. All of the guests were seated and we all waited for the main attraction. Soon we would all witness the stunning bride. As the music changed, a small boy of seven years old came hurried down the aisle holding a lighter. He walked right past us to the small table and lit the two lower candles. The only thing on his mind was getting his job done without burning down the house with his lighter. Following directly after him was the procession of bridesmaids. The first bridesmaid walked down the aisle, she was a friend of the bride. Right after her followed the second bridesmaid, her niece. Two more sisters followed the bridesmaid path and then, last but not least, the Maid of Honor made her way down the aisle. As the bride’s best friend finished her walk there came another small child. The ever popular flower girl of only three years old stumbled down the aisle dropping rose petals as she saw fit. Halfway down the aisle she ran out of petals and decided that she could then walk much faster to finish her trip. Once the flower girl had safely made it down to the end of the aisle all of the music stopped and everyone stood up. The moment everyone was waiting for, or at least the moment that I was waiting for, was about to happen. A new melody started up and like the wave at a baseball game the “ooh” and “aaahhs” from the crowd started on one side and ended on the other. From around the corner I could see the very top of a balding head. After they came around the corner of the crowd, I could see the wonderful sight of my stunning new bride accompanied by her father, a tall rugged man who is slightly balding. They walked towards me one step at a time slowly, but surely. It felt like time had slowed to a crawl as I waited for her to reach me. Finally after what seemed like years, I walked out to greet my new father-in-law and my new wife. I shook his hands as he gave away his youngest daughter to start our own family, and then I reached out for the arm of my bride. Together we walked the rest of the way down the aisle and stood in front of the pastor’s pedestal. The pastor opened with a prayer and then he began the ring ceremony. He spoke about the ring and what it symbolized and then we were able to face each other and speak our vows. As she spoke to me she could not hold the tears in and she sobbed the rest of the way through her vows. I remember looking at her and thinking how lucky I was to have someone that cared that much about me. I read my vows to her and of course she cried through that one too. Once all the vows were down, the “I do’s” were said, and the crying was over, our pastor pronounced us husband and wife and we were able to kiss. Before the ceremony was finished, we were directed to the small table behind us for communion and to light the one candle on top of the two previously lit candles to symbolize us becoming one. We were introduced to the crowd for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Brian Crush wazey and we walked together back up the aisle. The ceremony was over but the wedding party was just about to begin.

Probably the worst part of the wedding was taking all the pictures. Right after the ceremony was over, but before we could enjoy the reception, we had to take pictures for about an hour. Once that dreadful ordeal was over, we came straight to the party. Shortly after we sat down, dinner was served on white studded plates. The arrangement of chicken, salad, bread, and vegetables was amazing, not to mention the taste. It was the sweetest, moistest chicken we had ever had. We were seated at the Head Table where we could see everything going on. Sometimes when I would look away from my bride I would see the hustle and bustle of people moving around and taking pictures. It was like a crowded day on the streets of New York. Everyone was trying to navigate through chairs and tables to come speak with us. After dinner was over it was then time for the bride and groom’s first dance. This was the first time everything slowed down and I was able to take in everything that happened. This was the first time I really got to see her without so many other things happening at one time. She looked so beautiful with her dangling diamond earrings and her new white wedding dress. Her hair was half up, half down and was complimented nicely with her veil. She leaned in to my chest and lightly whispered “Thank you for loving me, Brian”. This is when it finally hit me that we get to be together for the rest of our lives. The moment that I had been waiting for had finally happened and we had finally gotten married. No more talking about it or thinking about it, the wedding was now. I whispered back to her “I love you now, and I will love you forever” and I pulled her closer to me. During this dance when all eyes were on us was when I could finally step back and see everything that had just happened. All of the empty chairs were now filled with people who came to see our wedding. Our families were huddled around the tables talking and laughing with each other as if they had been friends since childhood. Although it was just a Saturday morning to most people, January 6, 2007 was the day that my life was blessed with marriage.

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