To set the stage a little: For me, our wedding day started off at 5:45, when I woke up to brush my teeth, etc. before my hairstylist was supposed to arrive at 6:00. At about the same time, I got a text from her saying she'd be late and wouldn't be arriving until 6:15. I knew this actually meant 6:30, and I'm really glad I had that time to do my make up, touch up my pedicure, do my daily Bible reading (yay for getting it on my iPhone) and just center myself and take in everything that was about to happen--- without being rushed. Once the hairstylist arrived, she got to work, and things weren't so calm anymore because my hotel room started filling with people. Soon after, my mom, step-mom, and sisters arrived, James (Kenneth's brother) came by soon after with a letter for me (I had one waiting to go back with him for Kenneth) and then our photographer arrived. In addition to getting ready, the room also had to be packed up, with everything going to the honeymoon suite in one area, and everything else out to the car before 8:30.
Elsewhere, Ken and the groomsmen were putting on the final touches to their attire in Mom's room, and cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents were assembling downstairs in the lobby.
Christine, my stepmom, MADE that dress. Isn't it pretty?
One of my co-workers saw the picture above, and said he loved it because I look mischievous. I mentioned that to Ken, and he said. "No, that's your 'I'm about to cry but I'm trying hard not to by smiling and I'm actually happy' face." I love that he knows that about me.
Mom is showing Sara how to bustle my dress.
And then we broke out the chopsticks. A very important tool in a bride's arsenal. Those buttons would've beat us otherwise.
One last shot with the very important ladies of the day in the room, and then it was out the door to meet the men.
I think this picture kind of sums up the day, for those in the picture-- me being WAY happy and excited, Sara smiling as she puts up with my enthusiasm, Piper smiling slyly as she takes it in-- and Mom orchestrating everything on the phone. And this is why I wanted (and miraculously got!) a day-of-coordinator. Even with a DOC, Mom was so busy keeping track of everything that was going on--- I can't imagine how crazy it would've been if we hadn't had someone to help us!
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