2 hours and counting from the big event. Or so we all thought! Hair and makeup getting done, a few cocktails to calm nerves, dresses being put on, boys getting dressed. And it’s on, baby!

Beautiful, beautiful glowy bride.

And lovely bridesmaids, all in a row.

Here are the rings, one of which I accidentally dropped off the second story balcony into the grass below. Yes, you read that right. It rolled right off the flower, onto the table and right off the balcony between the slats. Freaking out? Yeah, just a little! I saw it land and RAAAAAN downstairs to go get it. It was a little dicey for a few minutes cause I couldn’t find it where I had thought it landed. But thank god, I did find it and brought it back upstairs to the bridal suite all in one piece. It took a good 30 minutes for my heart to stop racing however. And my palms are sweating again just writing this!

It started pouring (really like monsooning) just a very short while before the wedding was scheduled to begin. And the wedding was pushed back about an hour. But they don’t tell you that. They just keep you on hold in the bridal suite, waiting for the phone to ring and for them to tell you it’s time. As the bride said–‘this is bordering on cruel’.

In the meantime I went and found the boys and the rest of the wedding party getting their flowers and hanging out undercover. Oh, and you’ll see the bride’s dad’s new hat make quite a few appearances throughout the wedding pictures.

The handsome groom. Waiting too.

Once we got ‘the call’ and we were on our way to the ceremony (very exiting!) I somehow lost one (yup, just one) flip flop. Couldn’t find it anywhere and neither could the search party I sent out later. Oh well, its a small price to pay for the whole trip to Jamaica.

Ceremony next…