This summer, on August 9th, my sister Sarah got married. It was an exciting, nerve racking, and beautiful event that I was honored to be a part of. Obviously everything didn't come together at once. There were months of preparation involved including making each one of the invitations by hand, bridal showers, set up for the wedding, etc. It started to become crunch time as the night of the rehearsal dinner was upon us.
My sister's wedding was to an outside wedding down by the water, but as the night of the dress rehearsal progressed that was looking less and less promising. It was damp, fog, and there was a slight drizzle. On top of that, there was a call for rain the next day. Let's just say that we did a lot of praying that night.
Then the day of the wedding came and what a hectic day. Allison, Grammie, and I made vegetable platters, fruit platters, and more crab meat sandwiches that you have ever seen in you life. Sarah and Chelsie, Sarah's maid of honor, went to the salon to get Sarah's hair done. She forgot the crown for her vail and Virginia had to run over to the salon to drop it off. Meanwhile, the guys were over to where the wedding was to set everything up. Finally, Sarah got back and I started doing people's hair for the wedding. All of the bridesmaids, Allison, Virginia, Chelsie, and I, looked so beautiful.
Then we packed all the food and dresses into our cars and headed down to the "chapel" site. We unloaded incredibly fast (we were already late), got dressed, and were ready to go. Mom cried as she put her mother's pearls on Sarah, and then Dad walked mom to her seat. The day was beautiful, sunny, and bright. Canon in D began playing and we all made our way down the "aisle." Finally, Sarah made it to her groom and the ceremony began with my uncle presiding in his dress whites. The ceremony was short and wonderful. I cried, Mom cried, Virginia cried, basically everyone cried. And at the end my little sister became Mrs. Nathan Warner.
My sister's wedding was to an outside wedding down by the water, but as the night of the dress rehearsal progressed that was looking less and less promising. It was damp, fog, and there was a slight drizzle. On top of that, there was a call for rain the next day. Let's just say that we did a lot of praying that night.
Then the day of the wedding came and what a hectic day. Allison, Grammie, and I made vegetable platters, fruit platters, and more crab meat sandwiches that you have ever seen in you life. Sarah and Chelsie, Sarah's maid of honor, went to the salon to get Sarah's hair done. She forgot the crown for her vail and Virginia had to run over to the salon to drop it off. Meanwhile, the guys were over to where the wedding was to set everything up. Finally, Sarah got back and I started doing people's hair for the wedding. All of the bridesmaids, Allison, Virginia, Chelsie, and I, looked so beautiful.
Then we packed all the food and dresses into our cars and headed down to the "chapel" site. We unloaded incredibly fast (we were already late), got dressed, and were ready to go. Mom cried as she put her mother's pearls on Sarah, and then Dad walked mom to her seat. The day was beautiful, sunny, and bright. Canon in D began playing and we all made our way down the "aisle." Finally, Sarah made it to her groom and the ceremony began with my uncle presiding in his dress whites. The ceremony was short and wonderful. I cried, Mom cried, Virginia cried, basically everyone cried. And at the end my little sister became Mrs. Nathan Warner.
Pictures were taken in front of the water and then the reception followed. The reception was a blast. There were speeches, dances, and food. The maid of honor gave a more than memorable speech that was both funny and emotional. The cake was delicious (my sister made it herself). But probably the most precious and amazing thing that occurred at my sister's reception was her dance with our great grandfather who at the time could barely walk. I helped him out to the dance floor and took his walker as he took his position to dance with my sister. Dancing to "Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days," he took little baby steps and danced with my sister around one time. Enough to fulfill the promise he had made to her ever since she was little: that he would dance with her at her wedding. I assisted him back to his seat, both of us weeping. I don't think that there was a dry eye in the room. It was truly moving to see his dedication and persistence.
Finally, the garter was "snapped" and the bouquet was thrown. A groomsmen caught the garter and Chelsie, the maid of honor made a diving catch for the bouquet. The bride and groom packed up amidst flying bird seed and left for their honeymoon.
Something that I was repeatedly asked before, during, and after the wedding was, "Does it bother you that your younger sister got married before you?" My response was always "no." It really didn't bother me. I was truly happy for her. I know that eventually God will bring my along my own tom cat, but until then I will patiently. God knows what is best, and I think that I can certainly wait for the best.
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