All photos in this post are from the incredibly talented and ridiculously funny Kelly Phillips. / Kelly Phillips Photography
An amazing thing happened on the night before our wedding: I slept! OK, it was mostly because I’d slept a mere three hours on Wednesday night, but I wasn’t complaining. Despite my fears of insomnia, something I always get the first night in a hotel, on Thursday night I slept for a solid eight hours.
The morning of the wedding, I awoke refreshed and unbelievably happy. I’d splurged on a bath bomb from Lush and took a long, leisurely bath before meeting up with my mom and MOH R for breakfast in the hotel café.
The ladies of my wedding party—MOHs A and R, BM S, FGs J and N, and my wonderful mom—came to my suite around 11:00 AM for mimosas (juice for the kids) and beautifying. (My brothers, the “bridesbros,” delivered our lunch from Panera, but otherwise were happy to stay away from talk of undergarments, the Kardashians, and how one pees in a wedding gown.)