
It was a long walk down the aisle for my dad and me (and, I suppose, for all the bridesmaids as well). We had to walk out the french doors, past all of the guests, under the arbor, and then down the aisle to the gazebo.
As soon as I grabbed my dad’s arm to walk out those doors, I started getting emotional, and I know he did as well. My dad is a crier. It’s a fact, and he’s not ashamed of it. It’s actually one of the sweetest qualities about him — that I guy his size with his type of personality wears his heart on his sleeve like that. He totally seems like this alpha male prototypical football coach authoritative kind of guy. You just don’t expect tears from him.
Anyway, we were both on the brink of tears, so what did we do? We started making each other laugh. I don’t even remember what we said to each other, but I know that we walked out those doors and the first thing everyone heard was our laughter. We laughed and smiled all the way down the aisle and it couldn’t have been more perfectly us.
I had to blink away tears when we hugged and he gave me away, but as soon as I grabbed hold of the husband’s hand and we looked up at the minister (a good friend of ours) I knew everything was as it should be.
- jess







