... I remember the evening before the wedding, we lay on the bed with a lap top, searching through our photos, trying to compose a glimpse of our life together for a slide show that we are going to put on a screen during the reception. We open folder after folder and cut-and-paste photos where we are together that we like. It is late and we have to get up early to go to church to get Jenya's first communion before our wedding ceremony. After, Jenya lays in bed and I read communion prayers, while kneeling in front of our bed (the most spiritual moment of our lives, I just wish there would be more of those)...
... I remember after morning service Jenya goes home to get ready and I get in the car with my parents to have the last breakfast together as a family of three (it's a family of four but my brother was in Europe at that point). We go to this egg breakfast place and I order an omelet with red colored fries (I think it was covered in paprika)... We waited in line for quite some time, but the breakfast is worth it! Mom and I have our coffee... I honestly don't remember the feelings vividly at that point, but there was this very special anticipation hanging in the air - we all couldn't help but smile, while chewing our food...
... I remember getting my hair and makeup done, I really liked the makeup artist and hair stylist that I had, she was a pretty red head and apparently she was good friends with our wedding photographer. My wedding dress hangs on the hanger on the wall, there is nobody else but us in the well lit room with many chairs for hair cutting (barber chairs? I don't know what they are called...) and mirrors.
... I remember coming to church. We get to church at the same time with Jenya and I want to go to him, but my parents tell me to go to church, so that he can't see me before the ceremony. So they hide me behind themselves and make me stay in the kids room, the only place with air conditioning where I can hide. As I sit there on a tiny chair among chewed up toys and drawings on the wallpaper, all dressed up and ready, I look at the church hall through a large window, and see Jenya being led by the priest into the altar. We have to wait for the quire. The priest said that for the first time in thirty years of his practice a bride is not late, they weren't ready for it. I look at the icons on the wall, the paintings of Jesus and Virgin Marry and they smile at me it seems, I think that I should cry now, but I don't feel like it, I just feel compete and utter happiness - I just know this is going to be worth all the wait.
... I remember my dad leading me to the door of the church hall, where my very-soon-to-be-husband is standing. The church is so well lit by the August sun! Because leading me to the door is not part of the ceremony, my dad is not sure when to leave and join my mom, so I kind of show him that it is time to go, but now, looking back, I wish I would give him a hug or something, after all in a very short time I would be given to my husband and it was an important moment for both my dad and I.
I don't like taking photos overall, even though I use to model, but this was easy and natural to me, I was just so happy.
...I remember we walk into the restaurant and the hostess and waitresses say that they love my dress, I like it, this is the day I am suppose to feel on top of the world and not be ashamed of it - so I do! The photographers come and we continue taking photos, the sun begins to set and most of the guests are late, but we don't even notice it.
...I remember cutting the cake, we have no idea what to do with it, so we ask the waiter, what are the customs for cutting the cake, they tell us and we improvise. Jenya, ofcourse, makes it extra difficult for me to eat my piece.
... I remember everything is over before we know it, we say good bye to everyone and get in the car with all the gifts. Jenya starts driving and as we get home, he tells me to grab the bathing suit, I wonder what is going on, are we going to the to spend the night or something? As we drive, he refuses to tell me what's going on, but I keep asking anyways, excited that his day is not over yet. We get off the freeway on the strip and pull in by the Belagio - the most beautiful hotel and casino is Vegas. My husband parks the car at the valet, grabs all of our presents, gets a key and takes me to our room. Turns out our parents surprised us with a room for the night. When the door to the room opens, I am breathless because of the view that opens through the window - the lights of the strip, the Paris Eiffel tower the Belagio fountains - it is amazing!
Jenya setts up our lap top and calls his parents on Skype. Another surprise! Everyone who couldn't attend from his side of the family gathered in his parents house to celebrate with the wedding cake and everything! And we were able to attend (we love you Skype!) As I look at all the people that I've never seen before, I marvel at the fact that they are all my family now!
Later we lay on the bed and read all the cards that our guests gave us. I look at my handsome husband, thinking how lucky I am to have such a hot guy!