parade flare

It was ALL AUSTIN who thought of the idea to parade from the ceremony site to the Cistern (my original dream wedding venue) for a group photo. An on-foot parade sounded like the sweetest, most fun thing EVER. I was so pumped at the idea but anxious over whether the weather would cooperate, traffic, campus police—even the church next door. I got clearance on the plan upon the contingency that there wouldn’t’ be a funeral going on next door. Luckily there was no funeral so we got to do it. It was so much fun. Our friends REALLY embraced it. We had filled a basket with parade flare: all sorts of noisemakers, these pennant flags I made, maracas, tambourines, you name it.  Austin and I were laughing so hard, looking back on eighty of our closest friends and family celebrating by following us newlyweds down the street. We diverted traffic, stopped a carriage of photo-taking tourists, ran into a huge sorority that stopped and applauded, it was SO. MUCH. FUN. Many folks say it was the best part. I’m sure I’ll forget a lot of little details over the years, but that parade, the sights, the sounds, the laughter---is something I could never forget.