I think we all imagined that the trip over to Joyce and Bill's house was going to be sneakier than it actually was.
We discussed all sorts of cloak and dagger maneuvers, including shrouding me in a giant cloak, having all the girls cluster in front of me so I could tiptoe into the house behind them with no one the wiser, or doing that James Bond peer-around-corners-then-duck-and-tumble-into-position thing. (The latter was abandoned after someone pointed out the impracticality of tumbling in a party dress.)
As it turned out, we just sort of meandered over.
The wait for Paul and his groomsmen to get in place so the wedding could begin was interminable.
The wedding was being held in Joyce and Bill's front yard, so we planned to regroup in their front room and sail right out the front door and down to the "altar" under the big tree in their front yard. So we regrouped. And regrouped. And regrouped. And the guys didn't come, and didn't come, and didn't come. And I got more and more and more fidgety.
Kate and Whitney (our bold and intrepid readers) walked my mom down the aisle.
My bridesmaids and I tried to behave ourselves, but we couldn't keep from peeking through the windows to see who was out there.
then Amy and Erin,
and pretty soon all of us.
Kate totally caught us peeking, but I don't think too many other people noticed. See? We *were* being sneaky. Kinda.
Finally, after about a thousand years, Paul and his groomsmen made their entrance.
My cousins Kelly and Ben started playing "You Raise Me Up" on their violins.
My bridesmaids started making their way down the aisle, and I got more and more nervous as they abandoned me.
Finally it was Dad's and my turn.
Erin, bless her, was already crying, and would cry through the whole ceremony. She was no help at all in my own efforts not to cry.
Brother Tony said a prayer, during which I was able to collect myself somewhat.
(Amy totally peeked during the prayer. Kate confessed that she was peeking, too. Bad girls.)
And then my dad gave me away to my soon-to-be-husband.