28 NovThe Day

The morning of my wedding started off like any other day for me. My sister (and maid of honour) Theresa and I were up at 4:00 a.m. and out to the barn to do our chores. I actually didn’t mind the chores that morning because they gave me a way to shake off my jitters. By 7:30 I was showered and relaxing in my hairdresser’s chair. All I could think about at the time was finally getting to put on my dress and walk down the aisle in it with Travis.

When the bouquets, corsages, and boutonnieres were delivered, I thought I would help by getting my dad’s boutonniere out. When I begin to peel off the cellophane, I cut my ring finger on a staple on the side of the package. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near my dress until the bleeding stopped and a skin-coloured Band Aid was found. My husband and I laughed later when the photographer had to come up with creative ways to hide my wound in the close-ups of our rings.

We had a few spare minutes before we had to leave for the church so my Dad and I practiced our two-step in the family room. There was no music playing, so we hummed our own tune. To keep ourselves from becoming misty-eyed we joked about the morning’s events and reminisced over all the planning it took to get to that moment. That moment with my Dad is one that I’ll always cherish and is one of the most memorable of my wedding day.

By: Anna McDonald