The morning started bright and early I was overjoyed that the sun was shining as the day before had been a dismal and rainy day. I feared the worse and woke up pleasantly surprised that the sun was shining down (thank you again to the Gods). Hair and make up started promptly at 8am and by 10:55 I was dressed and ready to go. Time gets a bit fuzzy here, before I know it I'm standing at the top of the stairs waiting for the wedding coordinator to tell me its my turn to walk down the stairs. As I'm heading down the staircase I have two things going through my mind 1. don't trip. 2. don't look down. Well in order to not trip I need to look down, so you can imagine what I looked like walking down the stairs.... its all I can do not to race down the stairs to my about to be husband. The rest of the ceremony is a blur and after a few photos are taken then I'm back upstairs changing clothes, makeup and hair for the Indian ceremony.
Again the ceremony is a blur, I remember coming into the hall with the sound of the dhol. Amazing doesn't even begin to describe the feeling. After the ceremony we are whisked away for more photos and then off to change clothes one last time. My final outfit is a blend of the two. Civil ceremony dress with Indian jewelry. I feel beautiful and am looking forward to spending some time with my new husband. We get a few moments of time to ourselves before we are announced as Mr and Mrs for the reception and we dance the night away. It still feels a bit surreal and at times I wonder did it really happen. Then I look down at my hands and see the wedding band on my left hand and choora adorning my wrists and know it wasn't a dream...
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