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Our Wedding Day

*Beep beep beep* My alarm went off at 7 AM. It was our wedding day. It had finally come, and yet, I couldn’t quite believe it was here. My bridesmaids and I spent four hours getting our hair and makeup done. The videographer and photographer were at the apartment documenting every moment. I felt as if I was in a daze.

My mom showed up, teary-eyed, and rightfully so. Her daughter would be getting married that day. The look on her face made me tear up myself. We all sat around chatting and laughing until it was time for me to get my dress on. There it hung in the windowsill. The dress I had dreamed about my whole life. I slipped it on. My maid of honor zipped up my dress as my mom draped my pearl necklace around my neck . Wow. How could I actually be getting married?

We all got into the limo and headed off for Marine Park, where we would be getting our photos shot, and where I would be seeing my groom.

I felt as if I was floating as I slowly walked across the pathway along the water. There Kyle stood, his back to me. Waiting for his bride. I tenderly tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with the most gigantic smile on his face. “You’re beautiful.” he said. We stood there for a few moments, just soaking in the moment. It was wonderful.

After pictures on the water we headed to The Majestic for family formals. Not exactly the best part of the day. I felt stressed. My emotions were raw. Everyone seemed to be getting on my nerves, and I just wanted pictures to be over and the ceremony to come. Somehow I managed to fight back the tears (mostly), and stand in one place for an hour, as family members came and went.

I then had about 30 minutes to wait downstairs before the ceremony. All I wanted to do was cry. And not because I was sad, but because I honestly couldn’t believe I was getting married. I couldn’t believe that there were 200 people waiting upstairs to watch Kyle and I say our vows. Our wedding planner came in and brought me outside to meet my dad. Tears were streaming down both of our faces as I gave him my last hug as a Lindsey.

We both cried together for a few moments and headed for the doors. “Say Hey (I love you)” was playing as the bridal party danced down the aisle. And then the music changed. “She is Love” came on, and it was time for my daddy to give me away. There was Kyle, standing there, with teary eyes. The room may as well have been empty. All I could see was Kyle. All I could imagine was our future. All I could do was thank God for this moment and for bringing such an amazing man into my life, forever.

Pastor Nate welcomed everyone, cousin Joel read scripture, and Nate gave a charge to Kyle and I. And then it was time to say our vows. I was relieved that Kyle was going first, and hoping that this would calm me down before it was my turn. He could barely speak through the happy tears, but all I needed was him to whisper those promises to me. I’m sure I’m the only one that could hear them, and that was perfectly okay. I was the same way. Whispers, tears, but most of all, a smile, and a happy heart.

“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Leo Kyle Beede.” Our guests cheered for what seemed like decades. I never knew what pure tears of joy felt like until this moment.

We floated to the limo and climbed inside. We were off to Western Washington University for some pictures on the beautiful campus.

When we arrived back at The Majestic My brother played the bagpipes as his gift to us. Soon after “Party Rock Anthem” started playing and the bridal party danced in, couple by couple. Then our names were announced “For the first time, as husband and wife, welcome in Kyle and Tayler Beede!” BOOM the confetti canon shot off and we all danced and laughed.

Dinner was delicious, the room was gorgeous, and I felt as if it were all just a dream. A perfect dream. I was strolling around the room in my princess dress with my husband, the boy I’d had a crush on since I was 14 years old. God is good, I kept thinking to myself. I am so blessed.

Warm toasts were given, most memorably, my daddy’s toast. It was so well-written, loving, and thoughtful. He’ll never know how much it meant to me and how much I love him.

The Upfront Theatre put on a hilarious show and lightened up the mood, and then we had cake. Delicious coconut cake.

And just when I thought my tears were over for the day… The dances came. First was our first dance. Tears of love and joy streamed down our faces. Then came the father-daughter dance. And those were different tears all together. Bitter-sweet tears of growing up, moving on, and starting my own family with Kyle. Thankful tears for the relationship we have. And just… More tears.

After the dances, the REAL dancing began. Our wonderful photographer shot some pictures of me that I will forever look back and laugh at. We rocked the rest of the evening away.

Then it was time to leave. Our dearest family and friends stood outside with sparklers, and we waved goodbye and climbed into Kyle’s car. We were off to our honeymoon, as man and wife. So thankful for the amazing gift of marriage that God had blessed us with.

And we’re still thankful. Oh so thankful.

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