Arriving at the church

The ladies arrive:


And my Dad and I arriving:


In the waiting room, the Ring Bearer looked through the program for his name, and other names he could read (his brother and his daddy). I greeted everyone, including the flower girls. Then I gave Pinky the teddy bear a kiss.



And here we go!

Oh yeah, gotta hold the flowers lower. Thanks, Cyd!

And I walked down the aisle to Suite bergamasque, third movement, by Debussy. It is better known as "Clair de lune". Definitely not a traditional processional, but I'm happy with the choice!

All photos taken by Unveiled Photography.

The "meat and potatoes" of the wedding

After work on Wednesday, Wade and I went down to City Hall to pick up a marriage licence. We didn't have to get it this early, but you can get it up to 3 months. I figured we might as well get it, so it's done with.*

Here we are walking up to City Hall. We parked a little over a block away, paid for parking, and walked up. Wade clearly thought I was nuts for taking pictures:

We walked in City Hall. I didn't know if we need to go right or left. Then Wade saw two signs on the right that said "Licences" and another sign that said "Payments (parking tickets)" or something like that. You can't see the signs in the picture, but we figured we needed to go to "Licences", so we headed to the right. The lady at the "Licences" desk told us we had to go to the clerk's office, which was actually to the left. So we went to the left:
The lady in the clerk's office took our form, which we'd already filled out. She gave us a card to pay for the licence, which she said was down the hall, pointing to where we started: So down we went to the same lady in the "Licences" line. She told us we actually had to get in the "Payment" line. Same room, different line. The lady in that line was smiling and excited that we were paying for our marriage licence. I should have asked to take her picture, but I was too shy. Anyway, when we were done paying, we headed back to the clerk's office with proof of payment. When we returned, the clerk was typing up our Marriage Licence that we sign on the wedding day. She has a lovely view of the market behind City Hall. Here she is typing: We had to put our hand's on a bible and she asked us basically if the form was correct (in a lot of words) to which we responded, "Yes". She was only half paying attention, which offended Wade. But I figure she's probably a busy lady who does this all the time - it's a lot more exciting for us than her! Then we had our licence. We left City Hall and tried to find someone to take our picture. We couldn't. Here's the view of leaving City Hall: So we took a picture of ourselves. In spite of Wade's goofy grin, he was actually really excited when we left. Here's Wade being extra-excited for the picture of him holding the licence: I told him to look normal ... so this is the look he gave me: This is the rink behind City Hall. In the summer, it's a beautiful market. As you can see, the rink is out of comission because it was 8C: Here's us in behind City Hall! Again, Wade looking less excited than he was acting. Here's an unhindered shot of the rink behind City Hall. We went to Red Lobster for dinner. Yum. And we drove by "Kingston's Castle" on the way home. Oh yeah, this isn't really a castle. It's a penitentiary. Yep, that's one of the prisons in Kingston.

*When I was 17, I worked at Sears for a few years. My boss, who seemed like a grown-up, but was probably my age now, was getting married. She didn't get her marriage licence too far in advance. A month before her wedding there was a civic strike in our city, so she had to go to another municipality to get her marriage licence. She made it seem like going to another municipality for the licence was a huge hassle. So I wasn't taking any chances!