The sun glimmered into my hotel room as I woke up. After a week of checking the weather neurotically (and a few bargains with God involving my first-born), the sun was shining. There was a beautiful, blue sky and I just knew that nothing could stop it from being the most wonderful day of my life.
I spent those first 20 minutes in a calm haze. Re-making my bed, shaving my legs, you know…the important things. Around 6:45am, MOH K rolled in, ready to get the party started. My mom and all the bridesmaids were planning to come to my extra large hotel room where we would have our hair and make-up done.
On the surface, we had a nice relaxing morning. We had a chairs set up around a conference table for the girls to rotate through. It was a total estrogen-fest.
My barely awake junior BM. She was so cute as she tried to decide what she wanted to do with her hair. She decided she wanted “some curls on top of her head and some curls in her face.”
Yay for a table full of beauty products!
We lounged in our button-ups and even had a few impromptu photo shoots….
When it came to hair and make-up, I told the girls to go with whatever made them feel good. Everyone chose something a little different and I am a little biased, but dang aren’t they stunning?
Soon a bottle of bubbly was flowing because mornings are always better with a mimosa!
Even my mom and MIL got in on the action. Please note the one person who was not enjoying the drinks.
You guessed it. I was stuck in the corner getting primped up with no drink. Apparently, in the Catholic Church the couple is not allowed to drink before their wedding or else it could negate the marriage (issues with free will). My obnoxious ladies kept teasing me about this and there was no way I was going to risk any problems at our wedding. Plus, I was starting to get nervous butterflies, so I doubt the alcohol would have sat very well.
When my MIL came in the the room to visit, she brought a little surprise from Mr. Squirrel. I just needed to take one look at the color of that bag to know something great was in store. Mr. S wrote the sweetest note and gave me a stunning Tiffany bracelet. I never wear bracelets because my wrists feel claustrophobic or something (does this happen to anyone else?), but this bracelet was perfect. It was light, thin, and romantic. I have hardly taken it off since.
The girls decided to ham it up and spent some time out on the balcony waving to the other wedding guests in the lobby 15 floors below.
I also had them walk a gift up to Mr. S’s hotel room. Thankfully, BM A decided to photograph what seemed like every second of him opening the present, so I was able to put together a little gif so you can see his excitement
I got him an Invicta watch. It looks pretty sexy. There’s just something about a cute guy and a nice watch. Plus, look at how excited he was! You just can fake that.
**In these pictures, Mr. S is not wearing pants. He is had just gotten out of the shower and was rockin’ the towel because when someone knocks on his door, he doesn’t mess around.
One of my favorite moments that morning was getting to FaceTime with my best friend on the phone. She was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but due to serious health issues, she was unable to physically be at the wedding. As devastating as it was for her to not be with me in person, it was wonderful getting to check in with her throughout the morning and give her the play by play.
Next, it is finally time for that dress!! How did your wedding morning go?