It All Started with the Bra

Chapter 5 - The Big Day

Its minutes before the big ceremony, our friends and family are lined in the pews, the pianist ready to play, and Justin. The man who will officially be my husband within minutes is standing at the altar anxiously waiting for the ceremony to begin. My father and I are linked arm in arm as he prepares to give his youngest daughter away to a man that he trusts very much. The doors open, the music begins playing, everyone rises and the bridesmaids and groomsmen enter the building pair by pair, and finally, its time for me to enter. My father walks me down the isle slowly and I smile at everyone that I pass. At last, we are standing in front of the altar. Justin comes down and takes Mr by the arm and walks me the rest of the way up. The ceremony proceeds, we read our vows, say our "I do's", and the moment everyone waited for, we sealed the deal with a kiss. We are now Mr. And Mrs.

We dance our way back down the isle, followed by the rest of our party, and we get in the limo taking us to the destination, of our beautiful, concluded, reception. When we arrive, we separate, in the barn there are two renovated stalls that the groom and his men and I and my maids split into. We prepared for the reception, I changed into a shorter, lighter dress, I went barefoot with foot jewelry connected from my toe to my ankle. Made out of lace, and  head band made with little twigs and white flowers, the full bohemian look. When it came time to enter the party, Justin and I met face to face outside the doors of our stalls and we held hands as we partied our way to the dancefloor where he handed me off to my father, he teared up while we danced, and towards the end my sisters husband cut in. This dance meant a lot to me as my sisters husband had been in my life since I was 7 years old and he had always been that big brother figure that I never had. He was always the one I went to when I needed to talk to someone about something important, he never yelled at me for anything, he only supported my decisions and gave me advice, and for that, he will always hold a deep meaning to me.
Once the song was over, he handed me back to Justin for our first dance. Dispute the weeks of dance lessons before the wedding, none of it stuck with us and we hilariously humiliated ourselves, we started laughing too hard to concentrate and soon everyone was laughing along with us. We struggled throughout the rest of the song. By this point we were hungry, the entrée included steak with sauteed mushrooms, mashed potatoes, and green beans. This was also one of the first formal meals that Justin and I ever ate together, making it the most appropriate and fitting meal. Man, let me tell you, that meal was delicious. When everyone was finished. It was time to cut our beautiful, three tear pink and gold cake with white flowers. And of course, we had to smash a piece of cake on each others faces.

We danced and partied the rest of the night away. By the time it was all said and done we were exhausted, but not too exhausted for our own fun. We left the reception and went home to our new house and went straight to the bedroom and made our first love as Mr. And Mrs., it was the most passionate love we'd ever made.