The morning of our rehearsal was the first, and thankfully only, time I lost my cool.
My mom and I were en route to the nail salon and running late. Running late because I drove 25 minutes out of the way to pick her up instead of meeting her there. I hate being late. That she didn’t know the area as well as she let on soon became apparent when her directions failed to deliver us on time to the proper location. All she knew from her visit there yesterday was that the nail salon was next to the drugstore. What she did not know was this stretch of road has three shopping centers with both a nail salon and that specific drugstore. And we just pulled up at the wrong one. Mother. (That word can, and did, go both ways in this scenario.) I snapped. Over so many little things that felt like big things. As soon as I had unloaded all my stress on her, I felt terrible and immediately apologized. I just yelled at my mom. She graciously chalked it up to stress and never said another word about it.
Meanwhile in the nail salon, who shows up for a pedicure wearing a short skirt??? This bride. Serious case of bride brain solved by an artfully placed towel. I was so tense the massage chair felt like a torture device. I zoned out, too preoccupied for small talk, and tried to quiet my thoughts. The only thing I was sure of was the color I wanted for my hands: a soft, barely there pink. Classic, lady-like, and not distracting. Now was not the time for a last-minute switcheroo to a bold color. My brain was not to be trusted.
OPI Axxium “Bubble Bath” in action later that night
The afternoon was filled with go, go, go. Lots of scheduling and logistics commotion. All I can remember is a sense of being overwhelmed and the disappointment of being the bride and not being able to relax and enjoy it. There was so much still ahead of us. Having a willing, calm, and capable Mr. PaC around made all the difference. Had he not been around, I probably would have snapped at more people than just my mom. He took control when we arrived at the venue, directing boxes and people to begin the unpacking and assembling. Everything was in his capable hands, so I slipped outside to survey the grounds.
Anticipation was running high as I rushed past the brick wall surrounding the gardens, eager for a glimpse of the summer colors and the climbing hydrangea that would be the backdrop to our ceremony.
Rounding the corner, the one thing I’d always thought would be there wasn’t…the giant white mop-head blooms of the climbing hydrangea. Clearly, they’d arrived and gone. The spent spherical stem structures were the only reminder of what we’d hoped for over a year ago.
A white dogwood in glorious bloom laced above my head.
Mounds of cheery summer flowers appeared at every turn.
And I decided to let it go. What a small thing to get hung up on when so much had gone right.
Inside the venue, our friends and family were still arriving and catching up. The photo-booth backdrop was in place and other projects were wrapping up as Linda, our venue’s coordinator, arrived to lead us through the rehearsal.
Camera duties were handed over to my cousin, J, also one of our readers, and we began the rehearsal!
Up next: our rehearsal dinner with a little surprise!
(all personal photos—thanks, Cousin J!)