May 18, 2014 was one of the most beautiful days. It was the day I married my best friend, the day we officially started our lives together. It was a day only possible with the help of dozens of friends and family. For months, our parents, siblings, relatives, and friends helped prepare to make it the most perfect day. From the meal, to decorations, to the ceremony, to invitations, and every other little detail, nothing was possible without the help of our loved ones. It was truly a celebration of Christ’s love and goodness. The weather was absolutely perfect, which was a blessing in itself. It was blue skies, with occasional clouds, a slight breeze, and temperatures in the low seventies. The night before the wedding, I got to stay with the bridesmaids, junior bridesmaids, and book keepers- the perfect last night as an unmarried woman. The next morning, we had a delicious Panera breakfast, and then headed to the tent to help with last minute decorations. When we arrived, there were already dozens of friends and family members helping finish everything. It was the most special atmosphere. A couple hours later, we began to do our hair and makeup. Meanwhile, the boys were all at Duncan’s and my house, having breakfast and just spending time together. They then headed to Duncan’s cousins’ house, where they got ready and spent the final hours leading up to the wedding. Our photographer arrived and took all the pictures she could without Duncan and me seeing each other. It made the day really special to wait to see each other until the ceremony, and definitely built our anticipation. The last hour before the wedding, the boys went back to Duncan’s cousins’ house and the girls all went into Duncan’s parents’ house, where the ceremony and reception were taking place. We watched out the front window as all the guests arrived. Before I knew it, the ceremony had begun. One by one, my friends, cousins, and sister walked out the front door to meet the guy they would walk down the aisle with. I remember the feeling of being right inside the door all by myself- it was a time of peace and thanking God for all of His faithfulness and bringing Duncan and I to this point. Then came my cue to walk down the aisle with my dad. He was so sweet and comforting, and I loved getting to see all of our friends and family while walking to meet my handsome, teary groom at the end of the aisle. I won’t forget the look on his face, so full of love and admiration that I don’t at all deserve. The ceremony was perfect in every way. Our dads performed the ceremony, which made is so personal and unique. We said our vows and exchanged rings. A couple of Duncan’s groomsmen sang while we took communion and Duncan washed my feet, a symbol of humility and servant hood. We all came back together for the closing moments of the ceremony, and finally we were pronounced HUSBAND and WIFE! We were officially Mr. and Mrs. Duncan Tillack. The reception was the icing on top of the cake. We got to visit with and share our happiness and excitement with all of our guests. We all ate a meal together, cut our cake, had our first dance, and danced with all of our friends and family. To end it all, we left down a pathway lined with smiling faces and sparklers. It was the most wonderful day that I will always remember with the fondest memories!
Always & Forever,