Well I wasn’t all that efficient posting this week, even though it’s Wedding Week. So here I am blogging on a Saturday morning, when I should be out estate sale hunting.
We had a quick lunch in a side room before heading down the aisle… such a good idea to keep the tummy grumbles away.
I’ve been to many a boring wedding ceremony, but I thoroughly enjoyed ours. I usually hate standing for long periods of time, but I didn’t feel any pain. Standing on the stage, I got an hour of peace, time to think about what was happening and take it all in (in front of hundreds of people, none the less). There was not a more relaxing moment all day. After the ceremony, things sped up more and more and time ran away from us.
Yuriy and I scouted all of Seattle’s churches to find an old pretty church to be wed in. We nearly gave up before we found Queen Anne Baptist Church, which is over a hundred years old and exactly what we were looking for– smallish, intimate, charming.
God and prayer was a big part of our wedding ceremony. Our church pastor, whom we love and respect very much, married us. A mic was passed around and each of our parents prayed for us, then Yuriy and I each prayed, and the pastor finished with a prayer of blessing. Yuriy got choked up during his prayer, which sent my heart a flutter (never seen him cry). I was rehearsing my prayer in my head during the ceremony, because it was another one of those things that I wished I had planned and practiced before the wedding, but didn’t get around to with my long to-do list. I’m glad it wasn’t scripted because it was more genuine. It felt so cool to give God thanks for my amazing life/husband in front of so many people, because He deserves all the credit.
Our bridal party walked down to a lovely piano soundtrack from the movie Amelie. I wanted something untraditional and pretty, and was thrilled when I found this gorgeous song by French artist Carla Bruni. It has a dramatic instrumental start (which played before the doors opened) and becomes lighthearted when the pretty French lyrics begin. We exited as man and wife to this awesome track, which matched my crazy heightened emotions so well.
The guest book at the entrance and a bowl of bird seed for later…I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cuter flower girl, but I may be biased. My niece Mila was our flower girl and Yuriy’s cousin Max the ring boy.
My pops takes me down the aisle to this pretty French song.
The wooden chuppah behind us was built entirely by Yuriy! I showed him a couple photos for ideas, and he blew me away because it was exactly what I had imagined.
Laughing during the vows. We both had a couple mishaps, so I’m not sure if I was laughing at him or myself.
Flower girl’s pretty head.Yuriy struggled to get the ring on my fat finger.
Yuriy checking out his hot new jewelry.
Ooo la la.
Exiting as man and wife to this soundtrack.
I love this candid photo because I wouldn’t have remembered this post-ceremony hug/kiss otherwise. (Thank, Benj.)
This was fun. The entire walkway from the church to our car (which was not short) was lined with our guests, pelting us in the face with bird seed.
I thought I had picked out all the seed from my hair and inside my dress in the car, but when I undressed that night, I realized not even close.
Our bridal party’s masterwork.
Is that a cheesy smile or is that a cheesy smile?? What can I say… we are happy!
[ALL IMAGES by Benj Haisch]