Tuesday, July 01, 2008

the wedding album, part one

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you! —Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice


the wedding bouquets

I could go on and on about the wedding, how much fun it was, how wonderful, how perfect everyone looked, how happy Jon and Adrienne were (and are!)… but superlatives are boring to read, even if they are easy to write. So here are some wedding moments, for a glimpse into the wedding weekend…

1. Pottery. The bachelorette party: we painted pottery at a nearby place called Pottery Hollow, and had a great time choosing colors and being amazed at how creative the other bridesmaids were. Oh, and note the fabulous wedding weekend t-shirts!


the maid of honor and the bride, with their pottery creations

2. The S.O.S. crew. My row of anti-tear guys. A group of Adrienne’s friends from college knew about my major crying potential (I begged in advance for jokes, just in case). Toward the end of the service, one of them caught my eye, and then reached up to scratch his nose—our code for Are you okay? In other words, Do you need us all to make wild faces at you? I rubbed my nose back, meaning I’m actually fine! In fact, I can’t wipe this deliriously happy grin off my face…

Though now that I think about it, I should have rubbed my neck (meaning Help!!) just to see what kind of faces they’d pull. But I guess it would have been distracting (not to mention humiliating) for one of the bridesmaids to burst out laughing when the bride said her vows…

3. Ring relief. I loved being able to see the faces of the bridal party up near the altar—Jon’s expression during the vows, groomsmen leaning out of their row a little, so they could see. But I especially liked watching the best man’s face as he put the rings on the pastor’s hymnal. His high-risk job was over: the rings were finally safe. He glanced at me and Kristen and made a “whew!” face of pure relief.

4. Sore feet! After our recessional, to a fabulously boisterous organ piece, I found my two cousins-turned-ringbearers, both sprawled on the floor.
  “Hey!” I cried. “You made it!”
  “We had to stand forever!” they answered, gasping.
  “Yeah, but at least you get good shoes.” I held out my foot so they could see what they were missing in the heel department.
  “You were wearing a dress,” one of them pointed out soberly. “You can shift from foot to foot without anyone seeing. We had to stand still!”
  Guilty as charged! I went from foot to foot all ceremony.

5. The tunnel walk. I loved entering with the bridal party at the reception hall. Adrienne, a hard-core Nebraska football fan, had us come in to the Huskers’ Tunnel Walk music. Not much of a football fan myself (I knit during the games, sorry Adrienne!), I never caught her vision for how fun this would be. But she was right: it was a fabulously fun way to make an entrance!

More to come! –jl

Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 07/01 at 03:06 PM
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