My wedding day

The day dawned bright and sunny; it was one of those days that I would be beautiful. I woke up and I realized it was my wedding day and this was the day that would change my life. I had no regrets, cold feet or concern for today. It felt good and I loved the man I was thinking about getting married. My mother and I had plans for the morning after breakfast, we were going to take the retouched hair and I was getting my nails. This was the first time I've had my nails, so it would be an experience. My mother and I were happy to leave the house that morning because my father was driving us crazy. I kept worrying about the place that was chosen for the wedding was not going to be open, either do not have enough chairs and others.

We got home and my family began to arrive. Two of my cousins ​​started helping me in my wedding dress. I had to put in the hose, then a device that was similar to a corset, and then the dress. It was a beautiful white dress with low back, high forehead, cropped sleeves and a long tail. My mother was thinking of taking me to the gardens where I was getting married, I just had to find a way to get into a small car. My uncle came and came up with an alternative plan. Had a larger vehicle and was able to take. We agreed and that helped me get into your car so we could go. My mother would with another family.

We arrived at the grounds and as there were not many people around at the time, began taking pictures of me in different poses. As time passed, people I knew was coming and so I escaped the only place I could go to the bathroom. Of course, the bathroom was the place that everyone decided to go to while I was there. Of course, I saw people I have not seen in a while, so it was good to talk to them and everything. I was anxious too, wondering when it would begin. I had arranged for my parents for my walk down the aisle. I saw a documentary on television at weddings and how a lady had her parents to take her, since both had grown up. I wanted my parents agreed and easily. So the time came and I got to light so we could walk down the aisle. The three of us headed toward the brand believe hall to Joe, my future.

My father lifted the veil, kissed me on the cheek, and then gave me Joe. We smiled at each other and looked at my uncle to marry us. My uncle started the ceremony and we recited the vows. Ten minutes later, he declared us husband and wife and introduced us to the crowd. We walked back to the road and stopped in the hot sun, out of the way, so my uncle could take more pictures of us as a couple. About fifteen minutes later, we made a break for it and went into the house, where there was no air conditioning. The air felt so good and my feet were killing me, so someone had removed her heels and put on some pumps. Joe and I went to one side so that people could come to us and talk to us and so on. We arrived at our table and toasts were given, by our parents.

The reception was more than four hours, and that the wedding had started around 1pm and Florida storm had rumbled through. Joe and I decided when we left; we were going to go to the hospital since my grandfather was there and had not done so. So my father had rented a limo and headed to the hospital. When we left the car, all eyes were on us as we walked by the hospital in our wedding attire. The nurses on the floor of my grandfather were breathless and were surprised when we came through. We walked into the room my grandfather and he stood by the window. The nurse who was there with him, whispered to him and turned. I was glad he had come when I saw his eyes light up and the biggest smile crossed his face. He told the nurse that I was his granddaughter and she had married. I hugged him and an aunt who had followed us took pictures.

We were about ten minutes left in the direction of a hotel for the night. We arrived, walked into the hotel, and my husband and I headed to our room. The next day we would leave Florida and head to my new home in Pennsylvania.