The First Wedding

This is my account of the first wedding that we danced at. Chris and I were to walk down the isle together at our siblings' wedding. We had met a couple times over the summer before the wedding to work on their invitations and such. I did the writing and designing, Chris did the computer stuff. (Kind of funny looking back on it. That's still how things go.) Our work payed off. Their invitations were beautiful. Not only was Chris given the task of printing, he was also asked to photograph their wedding. Photography has always been a hobby of his and they couldn't afford a photographer so it worked.

On the morning of their wedding, my sister, the flower girls (her daughters) and I woke up at the house of the maid of honor. We scrambled to get all pretty and big haired. All that girly stuff wasn't really my thing but I participated for her. I slipped into the blue dress that I worked so hard to fit into the whole summer. It was perfect. I left my hair at the mercy of my sister. If it were up to me, I would have brushed it out and called it a day.

When it came time to walk down the isle, I think Chris didn't have in mind that I was wearing shoes that I simply didn't know how to walk in. When it was our turn, he practically ran. I have no idea how I managed to not fall on my face trying to keep up with him. We made it though.

Finally, skipping forward to the reception. Chris was running around capturing moments. I didn't know at the time how many pictures he took of me when I wasn't aware. Little creep. We caught eyes a few times but I still didn't think he could possibly be interested in me at all. Until, he asked me to dance.

He walked over to me, I was sitting alone, pretty typical, and reached his hand out. He asked, “Can I have this dance?” I hadn't ever been asked to dance before. I was surprised. I took his hand and stood. He lead me to the center of the dance floor. I remember his mother and grandmother smirking at us. I felt awkward with everyone watching us but not awkward enough to stop dancing. My tummy fluttered and my heart beat quickend. We didn't talk very much. I don't even think I looked at him while we danced. The song was Open Arms, by Journy.

If you're wondering.. Yes. We played the same song at our own wedding.