Mr. and Mrs. Sparling.
The night before my wedding, NBF and Batman holed up in a hotel room with me, keeping me company and aiming to keep me sort of sane.
"What if I fall on my face while walking down the aisle? You guys know me - this is sort of likely."
"You won't fall on your face, Kerri." Batman stuck her tongue between her teeth as she helped to touch up my nail polish.
"I could. This is me we're talking about here. I know I'm marrying the right guy and I know I love him, but I'm scared to death I'm going to take a digger in the middle of the church."
"You. Will. Be. Fine."
I fell asleep with a racing, panicked mind and my nerves all bundled up.
But the next morning, I woke up to bright spring sunshine streaming in through the window and a feeling of serenity.
"I'm getting married. Today!"
NBF was throwing her clothes into her bag. "You ready, future Mrs. Sparling?"
I grinned at her. No more nerves. I was a tumble of excitement and unexpected calm. "Let's roll."
The morning cruised by on fast forward. We stopped for iced coffee. We filled NBF's car with sequined shoes, hair curling irons, make up bags, and bridesmaid dresses. And since it was nine o'clock on the morning of my wedding, of course we blared "Baby Got Back" and sang along as loudly as we could.
We met up with my mother, my cousins, and the fine ladies in my bridal party at my aunt's house, where we spent the morning drinking coffee, doing our make up, and having our hair coifed by The Fabulous Liz. Even though everyone was twittering about and fussing over different details, the world still had this warm, calm center to it. The whole morning was a whirlwind, ending with my mother helping me into my beautiful , ivory-colored wedding gown and all of us scurrying into the white stretch limo outside of the house.
In a blink, we were at the church. My bridesmaids guided me down a long basement stairway so I could enter the doorway at the bottom floor of the church, keeping me from being spied by my handsome groom. Everything was moving so quickly - suddenly I found myself at my father's arm.
"It's time. Are you ready?"
I nodded. And the music swelled.
Every moment of our wedding is a crisp and fine-edged memory in my mind. I remember seeing my college roommates in the church pews. I remember my mother's face smiling at me as I walked by. I remember seeing Chris as he stood by the altar and how my whole heart ached with happiness. I remember our flower girl and ring bearer, nervously grinning as they walked down the aisle. I remember my MOH's face as she adjusted the train of my wedding dress. I remember taking his hand and promising to love him and cherish him for the rest of my life. I remember him taking mine, vowing to love me in sickness and in health, just as he does now.
And I remember how "I do" melted like cotton candy in my mouth.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go ahead and kiss your bride."
We kissed. "We're married!" We laughed. We posed for pictures. We rode in the limo by ourselves and drank champagne and fell in love once more. We walked in to the reception hall as Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Sparling. We danced our first dance to "The Luckiest." We listened as his best man and my maid of honor toasted to our love. We ate delicious food and cut red velvet cake with butter cream frosting. We watched as my nephew did his seven-year-old version of break dancing by himself on the dance floor. We took more pictures, only plenty of these were damn silly.
With my insulin pump tucked safely and quietly in a pocket at my hip, we celebrated the biggest day of our lives surrounded by our families, friends, and loved ones. I am so, so blessed to be the bride of this man who keeps me safe and makes me feel loved and takes care of me in a way that keeps my mother from worrying.
My wedding day was the proudest moment of my life. I am so happy to be his wife.
(And I did not fall on my face walking down the aisle. That, my friends, is certainly saying something.)