I expected to wake up the morning of the wedding anxious and nauseous from being so nervous. Instead, I awoke with an amazing calm.
I walked into the kitchen on clouds, half expecting water-trickling spa music or harps playing to go with my Zen-like happiness state. My mom, being the amazing mom that she is, made me breakfast while I sipped down two cups of coffee. I wanted to make sure I was awake for this big day ahead!
Having decided to push back the ceremony start time the day before, our wedding-day timeline was pushed back. And so I waited until about nine in the morning to start getting ready. I did my makeup first, taking breaks to help my brother with his hair and sip on the peppermint white mocha my mom got me after making a grocery store run before assembling the coffee we passed out after the ceremony. (I told you she’s amazing; always there for me.)
After the makeup came the hair, thanks to my aunt, the “beauty school dropout.” While she did that, my mom got ready and my dad tried to teach himself how to tie a tie.