Huge thank you to Liz for guest writing today’s first look post! I’m excited to share it with you, because Liz put a different spin on things by doing a first look with her Dad instead of her husband. I thought in honor of Father’s Day this month, June was the time to share her sweet story! To get a refresher on Liz and Bryan’s wedding day, check out the links under the photo below. -Jensey
I’ve been attempting to write this first look post for the past year. It’s not been easy to put this much emotion into words, and as I write this, I realize that every time I think back to this moment, I still tear up!
My Dad and I are emotional, very extremely emotional people. The slightest thing will set either of us off, and when one of us is crying the other will start shortly after. And when I realized this about us I realized that we were DOOMED to be a red, splotchy, drippy, emotional mess on the most important day of my life. I hoped “first look” with my Dad would help us cry it out early in the day so that we both had a chance to recover and look presentable in front of everyone later. I was feeling pretty good the day of, not a care in the world, happy as a clam, relatively no tears. It wasn’t until we got to the Grand Floridian and I walked inside that it hit me that, this was it.
Jensey and Nate let me know that my Dad was on the other side of the staircase waiting and when I was ready, to come on over. As I approached my heart hammered in my chest and I was sure that it was going to burst right through. Not only had Bryan not seen or heard anything about my dress but neither did my Dad. I wanted both men to be surprised when they saw me on the wedding day. As I rounded the corner and saw the back of my Dad the floodgates opened. For Pete’s sake he hadn’t even turned around yet and I was a mess! I tapped my Dad on the shoulder and before I knew it he was hugging me and sobbing too. I was so glad my Dad and I had this moment together, it was a much needed emotional outlet that helped me be more composed when I was walking down the aisle, and it gave my Dad and I a “last” moment to share together just the two of us before I went from being his little girl to being Bryan’s wife.
What the heck is a first look?
