First I have to say that our wedding was absolutely perfect. There were some minor things off, that I was surprised Disney forgot, but I didn't even realize they were wrong until my head cleared of bridal bliss 2 days later.
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You know all wedding planning books say not to wash your hair less than 24 hours before the wedding. But with all of the running around we had been doing, at about 11pm the night before I was dreading the idea of my hair being greasy in wedding pictures! Since I moved to Los Angeles, I've become much more conscious of hair, makeup, and clothes. This might sound shallow, but its difficult not to change a little from this crazy place! Anyway, I hit the shower convincing myself in my bridal madness that somehow it is possible to just wash the top part of ones head.
The next day I crawled out of bed at 6am with my squeaky clean hair and had a bowl of cereal. MOH slept in the room with me oh and our room was amazing so we opened the blinds and welcomed beloved Patricia into the room at 6:30am. She had a big rolling makeup kit with her, most of which she wouldnt need as I was doing airbrush and hair, and my MOH and mom were just getting hair.
Mom arrived next, all twittering with excitement. I didnt have much to say, as I was all business and about sticking to the minute-by-minute schedule DH and I had given to our wedding party and families. Disney floral arrived and had me close my eyes so my mom could ooh and ahh over the bouquet, then they had her hand it to me and open my eyes. We took a picture on someones camera, probably MOHs, and havent seen it yet.
We stuck mom in the chair to get her out of there ASAP so that she could go back to Polynesian, from Contemporary, to get dressed. MOH sat on the stool while we thought my mom was going back to the hotel, and then it happened
my mom came into the room saying she didnt like her hair, because my dad said she looked 70!! Who says that?!
Of the 6:30 8:40 getting ready time, MOH probably took 15 or 20 min. I knew from my trial that I needed an hour at minimum for hair and make up. It was already 7:30. My hair was set, but I new that I would still need an hour, and that didnt even include time to get my dress on. I was panicked. Ugh!!! I am going to do my best on my daughters wedding day to remember that it is HER day and I need to be careful not to hog all the get-ready time. DH will have to remind me maybe, but Im not letting that one be me.
I told my mother sternly that she had to be done by 7:50 and her time was up, and it was very embarrassing to have Patricia and Randy, who had come for getting ready pictures sometime during the whole mom debacle, see me like that. Patricia later told me she was grateful I said it. So my mom was done by 7:50 am and I was in the chair immediately airbrush make up first, then hair. We werent done until 8:40am. MOH and Patricia had to help me get dressed in less than 5 minutes, which meant I didnt even have a chance to check a mirror to see if I looked right. I had also arranged to buy a lip gloss from Patricia to touch up my color, and forgot it. I think it would have enhanced all of our pictures if I had had gloss on it wears off so fast! My mom never apologized for the rush she put me in, and Im still bitter about it when I think about it. Maybe she has no idea. But dont get me wrong, I dont think about it regularly, its just when Im writing this. To add insult to injury, my parents didnt even give us a wedding card, and we paid for the wedding ourselves.
Okay, done ranting
on to happier things.
So the original plan was for the parents to meet us a GF lobby for pre-ceremony pictures. MOH and I got in the limo and stopped to pick up the grandmas and my parents at Poly (another delay), but since we were behind schedule I sent my parents off to WP with my grandmothers in the limo, once MOH and I got out at GF. As soon as we stepped out and walked away, MOH said she felt so much tension melt away from me. She had to remind me that I was Cinderella to all the little girls in GF lobby, and to smile. This was not only was a perfectly beautiful reprimand, it made me smile!
I have to say: I love GF lobby, Victorian is my fantasy style.
So while I thought DH would not understand the romance of the reveal that Randy was setting up, I had underestimated the sentiment a man feels on his wedding day. It was so heart warming to walk out to the patio behind the lobby and see my groom sitting nervously waiting. I wanted to run to him, but Randy told me where to stand and then had DH turn around. It was timeless!
From there we had an amazing time taking serious, silly, sassy, and artistic pictures. Randy did an amazing job!
Afterwards we were whisked away with MOH and BM to WP. We walked up to the pavilion together (guests inside) and parted. I went to the bridal vestibule and I THINK he went to the grooms.
When I went to the bridal vestibule I immediately had to pee. Those stories of brides having their MOH hold their dress up while they pee always made me think I would be mortified to have someone in the stall with me, but I found an alternate pee-ing method.
I lifted up my dress, scooted my panties to the side, and when straight toward the toilet, no turning around! This made MOH and I both giggle as she stood behind me holding the back of the dress. But I still couldnt pee! Thats when MOH randomly started singing a song about peeing. Hahahahaha. With the reassurance that she wouldnt be focusing on the sound of my tinkle, I peed. This became our peeing method the rest of the day and since I was constantly drinking water and tea, I had to pee at least 5 times.
Randy took some pictures of us waiting in the little room, and the music in the WP was piped into the room too fun.
After this, MOH went to get in line to walk into the ceremony. I became very nervous. Like run and hide nervous. I should mention that my WP put my dad in the room with me too, and his very presence tends to set me off in anger. So I was singing to myself and looking in the mirror so that I could ignore him and my own nerves.
Finally the music and Carol let me know it was time to walk down the isle. My dad was as cute as a little boy all bouncy to do his special job. I found the mirrors between the entrance to WP and the doors to the chapel very useful I checked my posture and my bouquet placement, as well as reminded my dad to mind my dress. Then in we went!
I couldnt look around too much, I just focused on DH. He was so handsome and looked so happy! My dad handed me off and we were on with the show!
I think this is a good point to stop and let DH describe where he went and what he was feeling before, during and after the ceremony.
I promise not to complain in my next post!
THANK YOU FOR READING.