Beep, I forgot to mention why I posted a photo from my FTW Welcome Party. Yikes! There was a point in my doing that, believe me.
Our rehearsal was held inside the Wedding Pavilion on the night prior to our vow renewal. The pants that I chose to wear to it were long. That was okay by me since I had a pair of 3-1/2 inch heels to wear with them. No big deal. I wouldn't be on my feet very long since our Welcome Party was being held immediately afterwards and I could sit during it.
What I forgot to take into consideration was the walk between the Wedding Pavilion and the Grand Floridian's marina. That's a little bit of a hike, and since I wasn't used to wearing heels (you'll understand why soon), and since I was in a hurry to get to the party, I walked at a very fast pace. By the time I made it to the party's venue, my feet were literally killing me. I was in quite a bit of pain. And then I had to stand in those heels for the next two hours. I don't think I got a chance to sit down once. I was too busy moving from table to table in order to speak with as many of my guests as I could. By the time the party was over, I was barefoot and begging my husband to carry me to our resort room. I was honestly terrified that I wouldn't be able to walk for our vow renewal the next day. YIKES!
When we got back to our room, I immediately put on my swimsuit and headed to the pool. I figured a nice long soak in the Grand Floridian's chilly pool water would make my feet feel better. My daughter joined me for it and the two of us easily spent an hour or two in the water. Ahhhh! When it was finally time to head back to our room, my feet felt a little better. I was relieved. I decided that I was going to remain off of them for as long as I could the next day -- the day of my vow renewal.
Now maybe it makes more sense that I shared that particular photo. I also should point out that during the prior year, I had broken my foot completely off of my leg (it was only held on by my flesh). To this day, I have a metal plate, eight screws, and one wire installed in that leg. I should have known better than to walk -- and stand -- in 3-1/2 inch heels. Thank goodness my Fairy Foot Godmother was kind to me on the night of my vow renewal. The flats that I chose to wear worked out perfectly. My tootsies were happy, and I was able to dance at the ball with my prince all night long.
I am lucky that my story resulted in a happy ending. But please learn a lesson from me -- pick your shoes carefully!