Pastor Radtke presented us for the first time as Mr and Mrs.
Joy was written all over our faces.
We shared another quick kiss as the first notes of the Wedding March began to play, and walked back down the aisle as husband and wife.
Another one of those moments when we forgot we weren't all alone.
Mr LikesIt and his new Mrs (!!!) slipped downstairs to wait in the cry room while the bridal party and the guests processed out. We shared a lovely, quiet moment together amongst all the noise and shuffle upstairs. I wrote about it here.
Parents and grandparents followed before the rest of the guests.
I love this photo of my parents. Thirty-five years and counting.
Mr LikesIt and I waited downstairs, basking in the glow while the church emptied. Bmaid Katie was delegated the task of lining up the wedding party and guests on the steps of the church to prepare for a confetti-filled grand exit. After a short time warp downstairs (five minutes? ten? how long does it take 165 people to shuffle out of a church?), Mr LikesIt helped carry my train as I navigated back up the narrow nasement stairs and prepare to have one more big moment.
Next up, all the flutterfetti a girl could hope for.
In case you missed it ...
I bought a dress and completely changed it. We had a marathon final week of engagement. I giggled my way through our rehearsal. Mr LikesIt got grilled at our rehearsal dinner. The groomsmen ran amok in downtown Springfield. The girls got gorgeous. We exchanged mushy wedding-day gifts. The guys got fancy and then got dancy. I became a Bride. There was a first First Look. I shared my Somethings. The boys made the most of trolley-time. And did their thing on the Capital grounds. The girls took photos at the hotel. Everyone arrived at the church. We walked down the aisle. We declared our intentions and my cousin preached. We exchanged our vows. Our hands were blessed. Rings were placed upon them, and Mr LikesIt kissed his bride.