Forgive me for not covering the royal wedding of Zara Phillips, I had another royal wedding on the brain — that of my little sister, Sam.
Sam and her new husband Aaron were married on July 22, and it was a fantastic day.
Sam hooked all of the bridesmaids up with the best bridesmaid gift I’ve ever received — a leather jewelry travel wrap, flip-flops for the dance floor, and a can of Sophia Coppola champagne to settle the pre-ceremony jitters.
Don’t we look relaxed?
Sam had the genius idea of choosing Tart dresses that can be wrapped dozens of ways so each bridesmaid looked unique.
But who cares about the bridesmaids? The only one anyone wanted to see was the bride!
She was stunning, and the ceremony was really beautiful.
…and brief — just the way Sam and Aaron wanted it. That thing was over in less than 20 minutes.
But that doesn’t mean it didn’t make me wish I’d carried tissues down the aisle instead of flowers. When Sarge (Aaron’s nickname in our family) read his vows to Sam, I worried I would lose it — tears or wobbly heels, I wasn’t sure which would bring me down first.
Luckily, before I could fall apart, we were all cheering as they recessed down the aisle and headed for a celebratory photo session.
Some formal, some….not so formal.
That’s when it hit me the relief I was feeling; I hadn’t realized that I was subconsciously holding my breath the entire day, wanting so badly for everything to go well. After the ceremony many guests asked, “How are you feeling?” and I kept replying, “Relieved! Everything went so well!”
And it only got better: dinner was delicious, the music was rocking, and everyone kicked up their heels for a good time on the dance floor. In the middle of dancing around ecstatically, I tried to tell each out-of-towner how grateful my family was that they had traveled so far to celebrate with us. Something about twisting and shouting made me realize how fantastic it was to have them there. I looked around the dance floor so grateful to God for such incredible friends and family: Amy and Brian, Sarah and Casey, Beth, Debbie and Amy, and Grandma, Tom and Jackson.
Erin and I each gave a toast honoring our little sister, and it felt really special sharing about our unique relationships and our hopes for her future with Sarge.
Everyone says that your wedding day flies by in a blur, but no one warned me that it feels the same if you are a family member of the bride. The entire reception felt like 45 minutes to me — it absolutely raced forward, and I kept trying to breathe it all in before it passed.
The most important thing, the best part to watch, was how much fun Sam and Aaron were having. They were beaming the entire evening, totally overjoyed over their new marriage. It was such bliss to witness.
After running down a sparkler-filled aisle to their classic Rolls Royce, they flew to Puerta Vallarta for a week of recovery. That’s my word for a honeymoon– it’s therapy after planning a wedding.
They’re back now and settling into newlywed life in their new condo in Bothell. From what they tell me, all is well.
Congratulations, Stanley and Sarge!