This installment of my 'Looking Back' series* focuses on one of the details about my big day that I am very, very grateful for:
I was able to work out a way for my dad to participate.
My father is a wonderful, amazing man. I am so incredibly fortunate to be loved by someone with such a big heart. As ridiculously sentimental as this sounds, two of the things I was most looking forward to the day of our wedding were 1) walking down the aisle with my dad and 2) dancing with him at the reception.
As many of you know, my father is handicapped; he walks with walker and can handle a cane, but only for short bouts and definitely only if the ground is flat. The walk from the fort (where I was hiding out) to the top of the aisle was 105 yards over a field. There was no way my dad could walk all of that.
So we arranged for me to be escorted to the top of the aisle where my dad met me and we walked the rest of the way together.
I was able to work out a way for my dad to participate.
My father is a wonderful, amazing man. I am so incredibly fortunate to be loved by someone with such a big heart. As ridiculously sentimental as this sounds, two of the things I was most looking forward to the day of our wedding were 1) walking down the aisle with my dad and 2) dancing with him at the reception.
As many of you know, my father is handicapped; he walks with walker and can handle a cane, but only for short bouts and definitely only if the ground is flat. The walk from the fort (where I was hiding out) to the top of the aisle was 105 yards over a field. There was no way my dad could walk all of that.
So we arranged for me to be escorted to the top of the aisle where my dad met me and we walked the rest of the way together.
Dad was so excited that he was 'in place' long before the guests even sat down. He also apparently was in his tux and 'ready to go' at 11:00am. PS - more on those Revolutionary War Reenacters later...
For our first dance, he requested "Butterfly Kisses", which is not only the sappiest song on the planet, but is also the l-o-n-g-e-s-t, which wasn't going to bode well for my poor dad and his diabetic feet. So I worked with the band to cut the song, but keep in the important parts. And during the dance, when my dad got tired, he just sat on his walker and we continued dancing.
There wasn't a dry eye in the
Both my father and I would have been crushed if he hadn't been able to participate in the wedding the way he had imagined he would since I was a little girl. Thankfully, with some forethought, we were able to work around his disability and have the magical evening we both deserved.
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*Previously in this series...
I'm so glad I did this:
renting a full length mirror
setting my DIY deadline for a week out from the wedding
I wish I could fix this:
being too proud to start a few minutes late
not testing all of the directions before sending them out
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