Dino and Taco both spent the night in the suite with me, but I woke up on my own and had some quiet time. First a shower, then I sat down to write a quick post for you guys, my dad brought me a yummy coffee which helped to soothe my throat, and finally I put together my letter for Sphinx. In the end, I liked leaving it to last minute, because my emotions were more sincere and sappy that way. As I was finishing up the letter, the activity level in the room started to pick up.
Well hive, I can hardly believe it…it’s been 723 days since Billie and I got engaged, 245 days since my first post went up here on the ‘Bee, and 142 days since I said “I do”! I have shared all my DIYs, my wedding hopes and dreams, and a little drama too! We have relived (what I considered to be) a magical day in countless recaps, and really there is not much more left for me to tell. It’s time for this goat to say goodbye and move on from my wedding-related planning into the next phase of my life. (It’s ma birthday month! Hello 30s—may you be even more awesome than the 20s were.)
I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings or leaving with heartfelt hugs and well wishes. (I’m more of a cry behind my sunglasses on the way to the airport kinda gal—tears? What tears? There’s something in my eye!) But for you, hive, I’ll give it my best shot…
Hive, I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA. I don’t have any grand excuse—the school year just really started to pick up, and I started supervising an extracurricular, which seemed to take up all my spare time! My apologies. I’ll try to be back more consistently. I’ve loved reading all the other bees’ blogs, though! Particularly our newbees.
We hosted our rehearsal dinner at the restaurant in the other hotel from our hotel block. In the welcome letters I crafted, I invited everyone who was checking in on Friday to our dinner. We did not want it to be a very formal affair, and we wanted our guests to stop in, have a bite to eat, and say hello.
Mr. Farmer and I decided to rent a limo bus to transport our bridal party from The Hotel Metropolis to Johnnie’s Italian Steakhouse. It wasn’t more than a 10 minute trip, but we wanted to make it as easy as possible. It’s the little things!
Mr. Farmer and me rocking our rehearsal dinner outfits. Living on the farm doesn’t allow us the chance to dress up often, so we completely took advantage of the opportunity to get nice and cleaned up. We all loaded up into the limo bus, and away we went. … read more
So after a crazy morning, we finally made it down to the Windsor Court hotel, where several of us would be staying for the weekend. We hit the Quarter really quickly, so that some of our tourists could purchase some “souvenirs.”
This picture cracks me up: BM Duffy was so excited for her fiance to try the drinks she’d had at Mardi Gras!
Once those important stops were out of the way, we all got changed for the welcome party at Rock ‘n’ Bowl. In the lobby, a piano player and singer were entertaining folks in the lounge, and while we were waiting for our car, they started to play “What a Wonderful World.” Daddy P had picked that as our father-daughter dance song, so we got in a little practice in the lobby.
The Friday morning before the big day was a pretty crazy busy one—you know, all the prepping and stuff. Stepdaughter K and I woke up fairly early and, after a family breakfast, we headed off to the nail salon. We wanted a chance to spend some time together before all our friends and family arrived, and this was a perfect chance to do so. While K and I were getting our nails done, Mr. Farmer and Stepson R were doing a bit of last minute shopping. Something we completely forgot to tell the kids about was the dress code the Florian Gardens has.
You see, the Florian Gardens has a pretty strict time frame for when you can host your rehearsal, especially on a Friday, which has become a pretty popular day to get married. You could wear whatever you wanted except jeans. Thankfully, because we were aware of this beforehand (read those contracts, folks) we were able to let all of our bridal party know so they could dress accordingly. However, we neglected to let the kids know, so we both ended up doing some last minute shopping before the rehearsal to make sure the children were outfitted appropriately. Hey, you can’t win them all.
Anyway, after Mr. Farmer and R got R’s outfit all situated they were the welcoming committee for our arriving bridal party members. K and I were running a tad bit late, kind of a theme for me it seems, so we had very little time to get ready for the rehearsal when we got back. With a little help from K I was able to throw myself together and be presentable enough.
To accurately express what went down that Friday morning, I should first explain how things were supposed to go. First, I was going to treat my bridesmaids to mani-pedis and brunch. After that, we would go check into the hotel downtown and have a fun-filled day in the French Quarter and meet up with some other friends in from out of town. In a moment of extremely wishful thinking the week before, I even bought a lovely strapless maxi dress for that day to avoid tan lines because it was sure to be sunny and perfect!
Let’s all say it together now: “Things did not go as planned.”
As soon as I woke up, I knew things were off. I felt like crud. Not really a hangover, but just one of those times when some Advil, Gatorade, and a half hour more of sleep would have worked wonders. There was no time for that, though, since we had a schedule to keep. I powered through the basic tasks of getting ready kind of slowly, but sometime after getting out of the shower, and before the rest of the girls arrived, I learned what an anxiety attack feels like.
Will you remember me? Don’t let your wedding pass you by Weep not for the memories!
The time has come for me to say goodbye. Words can never express how much this community has meant to me. I have loved sharing every moment of wedding planning with you: the good, the bad, and the ugly DIYs. It was so wonderful having such a supportive, loving group of women (and a couple men) to listen to my struggles and cheer with my triumphs.
It has been over three years since our wedding, and there have been lots of good days and lots of bad days. The things that we have been struggling with are how we handle stress and our new roles as Mom and Dad. Thankfully the good days always outweigh the bad, but I don’t want to paint this picture of our marriage being unicorns and roses. We are growing together as a family, and all growing has pains. Some of the things that I work on are telling Mr. CS when something is bothering me (using “I feel…when you…” statements) and recognizing when I am taking my stress out on him.