Let’s go back a little bit to just before my hair was done. I’ll try and stick to the timeline, but so many things happened at once that it just isn’t possible. Anyway, there was a knock at the door. Barbara had arrived with my flowers.
I love this woman. Look at that face! How can you not love this woman? She’s SO happy ALL of the time.
My flowers were a product of my “whatevs” approach to certain elements of the wedding. I don’t know a single thing about flowers, so instead of pretending I knew what I wanted, I gave Barbara a budget and asked her to “do her best.” She did her best and it paid off.
Clearly, I was happy.
She had gone with “romantic” and the flowers were pinks and creams and absolutely breathtaking.
She had given me a card and in that card was a list of every flower she had used in my bouquet. I was so touched by the thoughtfulness, and decided to use those flowers in the bouquet I would give my grandma at her funeral.
Speaking of which, here is my “something old.” When I was a small child, I had seen this brooch at my grandma’s house. Apparently, I told her that I really liked it, and I would like to have it when I turned 18. On my 18th birthday, my grandma presented me with the brooch and told me she’d looked after it for me for all those years. It only seemed right that I put it on my bouquet to remember her.
OK, you can wipe the tears away now and look at the surprise that was brought along! Jack sent me a bouquet of flowers! He’s a good ’un, that one.
Did you know exactly what flowers you’d be having? Or did you wing it like I did?