From Miss to Mrs: Walking the Walk

After the the wedding party took their place, the boy's cousin once again rang the large bell to announce my arrival as the bride.
Walking down the aisle is something I thought a lot about before the wedding by didn't feel quite up to blogging about. See when I pictured my wedding growing up, I picture a Jewish wedding, which meany I always pictured my dad and my mom walking me down the aisle. It was what I had always planned on do, and saw no reason why it wouldn't happen, at least until my mom's death just 10 months before our wedding.

Now I knew I could still walk down the aisle with just my dad. But I hated the fact that some of our guests would think that was normal. That they'd have no idea that my mom was missing and was supposed to walk down the aisle with us. I spent a lot of time thinking about what to do, and decided that what made the most sense was to have my dad and my grandma (as in my mom's mom) walk me down the aisle. Which is why when the doors opened to the house it revealed myself standing there with both my dad and grandmother.
I still remember standing behind the door with our coordinator waiting to hear the bell that would signal the door opening. And I remember walking carefully down the steps so I wouldn't trip in my heels or over my dress. But the rest of our walk down the aisle? Well, let's just say it's a blur, but I'm happy to have photos and videos of it to remind me.
The song we choose to walk down the aisle to was Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. This isn't necessarily a song that has a huge amount of meaning to us. But it is a song the boy and I boy like, and I thought it worked well for the setting the vibe of our wedding. There wasn't really a question of what song I'd be walking down the aisle too, and still really love our choice.
Once we made it to the end of the aisle my grandmother removed my veil,
and gave me a hug. And yes, I do have quite the "ugly cry face" in these photos.
But I wasn't the only one. I'm not sure who started it, but by the time I made it to the end of the aisle my dad, and all my bridesmaids were in tears as well.
Finally after giving my dad a hug, I then took my place with the boy for the first part of our ceremony.
Who did you walk down the aisle with? Or who do (or did) you picture yourself walking down the aisle with?

All photos in this post courtesy of Sabree Hill Photography.
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From Miss to Mrs: Just the Two of Us
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From Miss to Mrs: Making it Official
From Miss to Mrs: The Bedeken
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From Miss to Mrs: Programming Break
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