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The Wedding Day

The Wedding Day

It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted on the Gazette, and I thought I’d like to do a transition post for my own sake before I started off back to writing my normal stuff. Campbell and my wedding day was the greatest day of my whole life. No day had I felt more beautiful, more happy, and more delighted to be with Campbell. Here’s a few highlights from the week/day of that really stuck out to me. 

It’s several days before the wedding and several things are sort of starting to not go as planned: none of the guy's suits were in, and I had a cold. Now, when I say "none of the suits were in", I mean they had literally not arrived at all up to the very last second, even though Campbell purchased them all over a month ahead of time. So, Campbell, one of his groomsman, and two of his brothers were without tuxedos… until the day of the wedding, when they called and told us the tuxes (sans one brother’s) were in... 3. Hours. Before. The. Wedding.

My cold was my dose of wedding problems: due to Campbell and me watching lots of TV and working out from getting stir crazy, I got a nasty cold. The cold partially worked in my favor, since it significantly helped me out for my final dress fitting, but regardless was a huge pain, and resulted in my throwing up on the wedding night at the hotel. But before I get to those details, let me paint the surrounding picture a little better. 

The entire ceremony and reception I remember so well: I was so excited to see Campbell, I hadn’t seen him for almost 2 days because I was so sick, and I just remember being so, so excited for him to see me in my dress. And let me tell you, I was darn proud of this dress reveal. I had successfully kept the dress a secret since the summer, even though I can be a very bad secret keeper at times. (For more context, I accidentally spoiled the mini-honeymoon location 2 weeks after choosing it. 2. Weeks).  

For months and months and months, I just wanted to be Campbell’s wife, and now the day was finally here! I was so excited to see him, and to be his bride, literally. I was so excited for all the clichés — to read his vows he wrote to me (and pour waterfalls for almost 15 min following), to get my hair and makeup done, and to truly feel as physically beautiful as Campbell always told me I was.

I remember hearing all the music we picked out, right before I processed down the teeny tiny aisle, and how happy I was to see my friends and wave at them before I saw Campbell. I remember standing at the aisle during our homily by my pastor, and thinking we were going to be married right after the homily was done, completely forgetting we had vows to do (go me). I was shaking like a leaf, and Campbell looked so strong and confident. He looked so ready, and I felt so excited. I remember thinking "this is what it feels like right before you get married — and this is freaking awesome!” Standing next to Campbell in front of all our friends and family, hearing the Gospel preached, and becoming Mrs. Sproul — it was all happening. Not being planned on Google Docs, or being discussed on the phone, or anything like that. No, it was finally happening in real space and time. I remember thinking over and over again, “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve him. God is too good to me. Way too good.” 

I cried through all of our first dance (One, by U2), and I believe it was one of the most special moments we have ever shared together. I remember thinking I could never feel closer to Campbell than in that moment, that it was impossible. We danced like there was no tomorrow, took pictures in the photo booth we rented, took wedding selfies, ate delicious food, and if it was even possible, it felt like we were falling in love all over again. Almost everyday since the wedding I’ve asked Campbell “When can we get married again?? It was so much fun!!” And he just smiles and tells me he’d marry me again everyday and anyway if we could, but that we’ll never need to. 

Luckily I know all the better days are to come. Even though as I type this, I am on Day 6 sick with the flu alongside my husband, I do know every day is better than the last with him. I am blessed beyond measure, and even though I threw up on the wedding night from my stupid cold, and some things went wrong the week of, and even the day of... Being his wife is my greatest honor and my highest delight, and I love every minute of it. 

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