I woke up at 6 am on the morning of my wedding feeling much calmer than I thought I would. I showered in the upstairs bathroom of the house I grew up in, threw on some pajama pants and a tank top, then headed downstairs. The house was quiet for a few moments. My dad browsed some news sites on his computer. My mom arrived back from a grocery trip with croissants and orange juice. I mixed up a pitcher of mimosas.
At 7 am, my bridesmaids began to arrive. Followed by my hair stylist. From that moment on, I felt like I was in the eye of a hurricane. I was calm, watching the chaos of 5 women, plus my mother, then my aunt, rush around getting dressed, doing their make-up and hair, eating breakfast. I sat in the center of all of this while Katie (hairstylist) curled and sprayed and combed my hair.
It was a really surreal experience. In my head I got that this was my wedding day. That this would be my wedding hairstyle. That this was finally, really happening. It felt beyond strange… and yet I was completely calm.
This time also went by extremely quickly. My hair was done and then everything seemed to speed up a bit more.
I went into the bathroom and did my make-up, then stepped into my dress just around 8:00 am. The limo pulled up in front of my parents’ home at 8:10 am. I climbed in around 8:30 am, my bridesmaids followed me into the limo, and we were off to the venue!
*To be continued…*