It rained on our wedding day.
Not a monsoon or deluge or hurricane type rain, no. It wasn’t a show-stopping rain or the kind of rain that causes flash flooding. It was the kind of rain that was so fine, you almost could breathe it in. The drops were so small and so EVERY WHERE that the presence of even the smallest gust rendered umbrellas completely useless.
And so I cried.
I cried to my mom in the car on the way to the hotel. I cried about the rain. I cried about my hair. I cried about my cousin whose flight hadn’t even left New York yet. I cried about crying off my makeup. I cried about crying.
But none of those things were the real reason I was crying. The real reason? You guys – I was plain worn out.
The whole process of engagement left me feeling like I needed to just keep it together through the wedding day. After the wedding, I could rest. After the wedding, I would feel like me again. After the wedding, things would go back to normal.
So on our wedding day – the months of striving to keep it together coupled with the wedding day jitters sent me into tears.
And while you may not have a, “Don’t cry! Those eye lashes were $60!” moment on your wedding day (and I hope and pray you don’t), you’ll likely experience some degree of wedding day jitters.
And those jitters? They’re 100%, absolutely, positively natural.
Here’s what helped calm me and restore my joy amidst my wedding day tears:
1. I remembered how fun it is to tell stories.
I kept telling myself – over and over again – that this would be a great story. The rain. The four extra hours (YES, FOUR EXTRA HOURS!) we ended up having with nothing to do because the hair salon got through with our hair and makeup in World Record time. The flight delays. All of it. I remembered that, 20 years from our wedding day, we’d look back at pictures and tell stories to our grown children about the mishaps and what they taught us.
2. I remembered who I was surrounded by.
There was literally not a five minute span on our wedding day when I was not with or surrounded by someone I loved. As early as 6:00 a.m., my dad and I drove to the farmer’s market to pick up our flowers – and from that point on, I was with someone or a group of people who I loved and who loved me. Even amidst my nerves and my anxiousness, I was comforted by the fact that I was with my people. At any given moment, any one of them would drop what they were doing to come tend to me. If I needed anything, they would be there. Looking back, this truth was and is present well before and well beyond our wedding day – but coming to the realization on that day helped calm my thinning nerves.
3. I remembered the prize.
At the end of the day (literally), Tyler was the prize. Tyler would be the one standing at the end of the aisle. His was the hand that my dad would place mine in. His was the life to which I was pledging my forever. Any time I would see our wedding coordinator throughout the day, I would ask, “How’s Tyler? Is he nervous?”
“He’s really excited,” she would say, as a big smile crept across her face. “He can’t wait to see you.”
And that was enough. It was enough when we met and it was enough in that moment. For whatever reason, I was blessed with this man and I knew there was a purpose to it all.
So those jitters? They will come. They’ll meet you on your wedding day and they’ll maybe even try to threaten your peace.
But the cure? Remember the stories. Remember the people. Remember the prize.