Our Wedding Day: Our First Look

The most anticipated and probably one of my favorite moments of the day had to be our first look.   

Mr. A waited patiently with our second photographer, Jason, and our videographer as I made my way down the stone filled pathway.

Judging by the pictures, Mr. A was just as excited and nervous. 

When I finally reached him (after what seemed like a lifetime), I smiled quite possibly the biggest smile of my entire life.  I was just so, so happy to see him.

But when I got there, I could hear him crying and it made me totally breakdown.

I know, they are embarrassing, ugly cry pictures but I love them.  They seem to perfectly capture everything we were feeling.  Just how happy and in love we were (and still are).   The last one is one of my favorites.  We are both trying so hard not to cry.

As I wiped my eyes, I encouraged Mr. A to use the handkerchief that I gifted him as a part of his wedding day card.  And wouldn’t you know that he and the boys were so behind that he didn’t even open his card.  Oh boys.  So much for my sweet gift.  Instead of using my handcrafted hankie, Mr. A pulled out a Subway napkin.  Pretty classy, no?

But at least it gave me something to laugh about and allowed me to get the ugly cry under control.  At this point, I started telling Mr. A that he could turn around now.  I thought he was avoiding it in the hopes he would stop crying.  It was like torture being so close to him but not being able to see his face.

He calmly replied that he would turn around if he could but Jason and Cicely told him to wait for them. 

Oh photographers, why do you always know better than we do?  Of course, you tell us when to turn around.  Of course, we stand there in anticipation forever so you can get pictures, duh.  Sometimes I forget that what’s displayed in a four photo montage takes minutes to actually shoot.  

So if you are doing a first look, just remember you will stand like this for quite sometime before you can finally see each other.  And yes, it’s one of the world’s most awful forms of torture

And I wiped away some more of Mr. A’s tears…sure would have been easier to use that hand embroidered hankie.

Then it was time to do the stereotypical dress spin.

In honor of that thanks, we decided to take a moment to praise God for the wonderful occasion.

We bowed our heads down and prayed one of the most sincere prays we have ever prayed. 

Thanking God for blessing us so much. 

Thanking God for allowing us to find one another. 

Thanking God for our family and our friends. 

He was burning up and he needed to dab his sweat.

I know, he is so romantical.  It’s okay, it was like 90 degrees and we were both dying.

Then, he launched into some stereotypical Mr. A story, where all I could do was smile and laugh. 

I’m sure he was apologizing for the hundredth time about not getting his hankie.  And secretly, I wanted to beat him but all I could do was stare.  He was so handsome standing there in his wedding tux.  I seriously couldn’t do anything but stare in amazement.  We were really here and he was really my groom.  My dreams had finally come true. 

I was sad to leave that sacred spot.  We had just shared one of the most intimate and beautiful moments that a couple can ever share.  I literally could have stood there all day joking and laughing with Mr. A.   We were off in our own world. 

Our Portrait Session

What You’ve Missed:
A Moment With My Grandmother
Bridal Portrait Session
Groom’s Portrait Session
Bouquet