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When Grancey and I got married (17 years ago), I was the one who escorted her on the aisle both ways. During the processional, I stood next to my best man (my father) and the judge at the front, and when she appeared at the back of the chapel, I walked up the aisle, took her arm, and escorted her down to the judge. Once we got to the front, we exchanged places with the judge so that his back was to the audience and we were facing out so they could see us. Then, I escorted her back up the aisle when it was over.
You make your own traditions, I suppose.
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