I always get nervous before meeting a bride for the first time. It never gets any easier, and it's the same way on a wedding day. I always start out shaking in the knees, like what if I blow it, what if she doesn't like any of my ideas, what if burn my mouth on this coffee and end up lisping the rest of the conversation - that sort of thing.
I met Abby a few months ago at a cafe in Gettysburg, and like I tend to do, I didn't have any change for the parker meter and I ended up running 1/2 a block to make it there on time. It was one of those doors that blows your scarf up when it closes behind you and glues your hair to your lipgloss - it wasn't one of my finer entrances. Of course, it was only made more embarassing when this brunette bombshell stepped out from behind the partition and of course, I knew it was Abby. I'd snooped her Facebook photos (don't act like ya'll don't do the same, punks) and I knew she was gorgeous, but like most things on the Internet, she was better in real life.
So for two hours we chatted about everything from weddings to childbirth, she told me about her two boys, Kohen + Eli, and Kyle, who she met at a bar a few years ago and hasn't been separated from since. The wonderful thing about Abby is that once you get over how beautiful she is, the kind of beautiful that sells lipstick in a 1940's glamour ad, you can see what a gentle and kind person she is. She's totally mellow yellow, and even though it was scorching hot on her wedding day, she wasn't the least bit frazzled. I'm so glad I got to be a part of it, to see what dear friends Abby and Kyle are to so many people; how they included their children in every part of their wedding day; and how content Kyle looks when Abby is standing next to him.
Thank you both for having me be a part of the your gorgeous wedding day - thank you especially for your incredible hospitality in letting me have a seated! meal! with your family. Enjoy St. Maarten, and enjoy the sneak peak!