She will do the same for everyone who has a part to play -- your mother, your mother-in-law, your groomsmen, anyone who's reading during the ceremony (or bringing gifts to the altar). She'll have special instructions for the maid of honor and the best man, and most especially for your bride. (And by the way, if your church doesn't have a coordinator, and you haven't hired a planner, your minister will lead you through the rehearsal.)
You'll stand at the altar in the now eerily quiet church and watch as your bride and her father walk toward you. She'll be wearing a dress you've seen a hundred times before and you'll be moved to the point of ... not tears, exactly. But this is when it will hit you: You're getting married the next day, and you'll wish tomorrow were right now.
So, you'll run through the ceremony in its shortened form -- how the exchange of rings will go, who should be doing what (the maid of honor will take the bride's flowers and straighten her train, for example). Before you know it, you've been fake-married by your own priest, and you're out the door.




