I’ve been at a wedding.
My sister, Tami’s, to be exact.
And no, it wasn’t a month long…but it should have been.
It really was so fabulous.
Except when the hairdresser messed up on her hair and I had to jump out of the shower and try to save her gorgeous mane 45 minutes before the reception with absolutely no hair prowess! Somehow the Heavens opened for me in conjunction with two flowers to cover up a multitude of bobbypins – and Tami left looking beyond stunning. Bride of my dreams – inside and out!
I, on the other hand, borderlined struggled. Mr. Lewis missed his plane and got there right when the reception began leaving me with three little ones and 20 minutes to get ready. And yes, that is a plastic grocery bag around my waist being used as a belt to hold the robe on. What can I say? I jumped out the shower, couldn’t find the robe’s belt (why don’t they sew those things on?), and a bride’s hair needed me. End of story.
Clarification: I did not wear the robe or plastic bag to the wedding.
If the bride hadn’t been so beautiful, these little ones might have stolen the whole show.
Instead they ran wildly around the grounds, teased guests, and ate more dessert than I care to admit.
They smiled nonstop – until the professional photographer showed up.
Overall, the wedding was a perfect success and Tami is now in marital bliss.
And I’m back to blogging
– wishing for another perfect wedding to come my way!
