Nobody was more surprised than me by how much I loved the "girly stuff" associated with the wedding.
I got a taste for how much I was going to love it when Michelle and I went wedding dress shopping.
And, honestly, it blindsided me the morning of the wedding.
But. let me back up a little...I think that, when compared to most weddings, ours was pretty low-key. And we wanted it that way. We wanted it to be personal and true-to-who-we-are, individually and as a couple. We wanted the prep and the actual festivities to be low-stress, and basically just wanted to throw a party for family and friends, and celebrate our new beginnings as husband and wife surrounded by all the people we love. And, with the exception of some stressful moments at the rehearsal BBQ when we realized we were NOT READY at all to feed and entertain so many people, the prep was actually quite fun.
If I stressed about anything, I was a little stressed about the hair-and-make-up part. I like to try to look good, yes, but it's gotta really be me. No extensions. No curls. the likes of which have never before bounced around on my head. And no colors on my face that would make Bob wonder what I'd been eating when I was getting ready to walk down the aisle to him.
Michelle and I talked a little about what I'd do with my hair, and she had some ideas for the clip I bought for it. We were supposed to practice with some make-up and the hair styling before we headed over to Bridgeport for the wedding...but life is busy, yes?, and we just didn't get around to it.
But then it all fell into place, as Missy had arranged for Faith Hysell -- who I didn't even know at that point -- to come up to Mom's house the morning of the wedding and do everyone's hair and make-up. Have you heard me refer to her yet as a miracle worker? Well, she is.
I really was blindsided by how much fun all the girly-getting-ready and estrogen-chaos was.
Before I even showered, Faith practiced with my hair. to figure out what she could do with the clip, and this is what she "threw together."
So she began doing the girls' hair, one-niece-at-a-time. while I looked on, drank a latte picked up and delivered by sis-in-law Cathy, ate bacon and eggs served up by my big brother, Bill, and sipped on a Mimosa. Seriously. Who knew how great it would feel to be so pampered?
Lacey had all her curls in place first.
No, I have no idea how she did this. But I really liked it.
...but there's a little more to the story.
And that part is for another day.