My wedding weekend was interesting, to say the least!
I took off Friday and we went up to the facility to decorate with the all the girls in my family, my sisters, mom, and aunt and mother in law and sister in law. Reagan also stopped by to help! The facility looked really amazing – my mom was the decorator extraordinare and did such a great job of making everything look great. My colors were black, white and pink. We had white tulips everywhere, the cake was black and white, and of course, my mom had plates and table settings and linens from the many, many events she has helped with or hosted over the years. It was finally coming together!
That evening, I spent the night with my parents. One last evening with them before the big day. It was just a blur of activity, with me not really being able to focus on any one thing. I was nervous about the next day. I wanted to get through it all and just get to the reception! I have never really been an excited “bride to be.” You know me, let’s get through the boring stuff so we can party!
That morning, we woke up and headed over to the courthouse. On our way, we had a bit of frustration – a wreck on I-35 on my wedding day! Excuse me? I thought I faxed over a “no traffic” clause to the city of Lewisville. We ended up getting there and we weren’t late, so that was a good thing. I got my hair done, my makeup done, and before I knew it, it was time to go.
Even though I had never dreamt of being a bride, I had fantasized a lot about what my future husband was going to look like and what kind of man he’d be. When I was a girl, I thought about that moment quite a bit. The funny part was that I had put Jason in that dream many times before, and now, he was to be the one that would fill that role forever. It felt as if that was the way it was always to be.
The time had come to walk down the aisle. As I stood with my dad, waiting for the music to start, he said, “Jenna Pecor – I wanted to be the last person to ever call you by that name.” Ok, I was fine until he said that. Luckily, I held it together and started walking down the aisle. For some reason at Brooke’s wedding, I was a blubbering mess walking to the alter, but at my own wedding, I was cool, calm and collected. I just remember doing my very best to smile! I saw Jason, and I could see he was holding back tears. He didn’t smile as I walked toward him, he just had this look on his face of happiness, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. When I got there, he grabbed my hands and didn’t let go, nor did his eyes break from mine. It was perfect. The ceremony took 17 minutes and there I was, Mrs. Jason Whitehead! I felt happiness and relief – I was glad this was finally over, and without any major incidences to speak of. Now, onto the reception!
The reception was understated. It was in the afternoon in Mckinney, which was about an hour away for most of my guests to travel. Although not everyone stayed the whole time, we were able to dance to the end and then it was off to the bed and breakfast to finally relax! We were so tired but glad for this phase of our life to be over.
Jason, I love you so very much and cannot wait for us to begin the next part of our journey together!
I took off Friday and we went up to the facility to decorate with the all the girls in my family, my sisters, mom, and aunt and mother in law and sister in law. Reagan also stopped by to help! The facility looked really amazing – my mom was the decorator extraordinare and did such a great job of making everything look great. My colors were black, white and pink. We had white tulips everywhere, the cake was black and white, and of course, my mom had plates and table settings and linens from the many, many events she has helped with or hosted over the years. It was finally coming together!
That evening, I spent the night with my parents. One last evening with them before the big day. It was just a blur of activity, with me not really being able to focus on any one thing. I was nervous about the next day. I wanted to get through it all and just get to the reception! I have never really been an excited “bride to be.” You know me, let’s get through the boring stuff so we can party!
That morning, we woke up and headed over to the courthouse. On our way, we had a bit of frustration – a wreck on I-35 on my wedding day! Excuse me? I thought I faxed over a “no traffic” clause to the city of Lewisville. We ended up getting there and we weren’t late, so that was a good thing. I got my hair done, my makeup done, and before I knew it, it was time to go.
Even though I had never dreamt of being a bride, I had fantasized a lot about what my future husband was going to look like and what kind of man he’d be. When I was a girl, I thought about that moment quite a bit. The funny part was that I had put Jason in that dream many times before, and now, he was to be the one that would fill that role forever. It felt as if that was the way it was always to be.
The time had come to walk down the aisle. As I stood with my dad, waiting for the music to start, he said, “Jenna Pecor – I wanted to be the last person to ever call you by that name.” Ok, I was fine until he said that. Luckily, I held it together and started walking down the aisle. For some reason at Brooke’s wedding, I was a blubbering mess walking to the alter, but at my own wedding, I was cool, calm and collected. I just remember doing my very best to smile! I saw Jason, and I could see he was holding back tears. He didn’t smile as I walked toward him, he just had this look on his face of happiness, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. When I got there, he grabbed my hands and didn’t let go, nor did his eyes break from mine. It was perfect. The ceremony took 17 minutes and there I was, Mrs. Jason Whitehead! I felt happiness and relief – I was glad this was finally over, and without any major incidences to speak of. Now, onto the reception!
The reception was understated. It was in the afternoon in Mckinney, which was about an hour away for most of my guests to travel. Although not everyone stayed the whole time, we were able to dance to the end and then it was off to the bed and breakfast to finally relax! We were so tired but glad for this phase of our life to be over.
Jason, I love you so very much and cannot wait for us to begin the next part of our journey together!
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