The week of the wedding we were moving, finishing up wedding details and living in virtual chaos. (Did I also mention my office is remodeling/moving? There was no place of refuge for this Type A).
I was THRILLED for Friday to finally roll around. I had been going 90 to nothing and wasn't sleeping well and was just ready for the wedding festivities to begin. I woke up Friday morning and contemplated going for a run. I like to think I'm one of those runners that would get up and run the morning before their wedding because they just can't think as well without a good sweat session. Newsflash, I'm not. My mug was spotted in the line at the nearest golden arches. Someday I will write about my utter love for butter biscuits, but suffice to say, it was the way to start the weekend.
In perfect Southern tradition, we kicked off the weekend with the bridemaids luncheon. The food was delicous and the company was divine. And a little champagne did this girl a world of good.
Aren't these girls so pretty?! I'll repeat what I said there - each of them brings something so special and different to my life, and I love each one of them for it. There are a few I rarely see, but when we meet up again, we don't miss a beat. I know we will always be friends. And then those that know the ins and outs of every day - good or bad - and can always make me laugh. There is not one whom I wouldn't ask for advice on anything. I respect them all so much.
Sweet Leslie that put this whole lunch together - and sent me home with champagne and breakfast casserole on top of all that! Which was MUCH appreciated Sunday morning. Doesn't she look fabulous? I'm not sure there is anyone who can make me laugh like she does. Hilarious outlook on life and she tells it like it is - which I love.
Me with our moms. I get a little teary thinking about their hard work and prayers through the years that got us to this day.
My amazing Matron of Honor went with me after the lunch to consult with the salon about Saturday's hair, which she recommended to me - and I cannot say enough good things about the job she did. We then headed home to quickly change and then head to the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner - also known as the night I could not stop crying. Recap coming soon.
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Ok. I'm not going to lie. During the ceremony while I was standing behind you, I couldn't help but think, "Damn, her hair looks good." Such a fun weekend!
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