If the cascading curls and sticky hairspray don't serve as constant reminders that it's my wedding day, then the endless nausea and ceaseless butterflies in my chest cavity will.
It's not the marriage or even the wedding that's killing me... it's just the anticipation. I'm glad I only came three nights and two days prior to the wedding; any more and it may have been the death of me. Idol time is the worst.
I recently reconnected with an old friend and boss (hi Hilary!) who told me to just let all of the jitters and bad feelings leave my soul.. good advice. And she's right. The negativity is useless. But it's easier said than done.
When I stand up at the alter next to Charlie, I know all the nervousness will leave and I'll feel great. And that's really what it's all about.
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I can't believe you are blogging on your wedding day that is awesome. My cousin really helped her nerves on her wedding day by slowing sipping ice cold ginger ale. And deep breaths. Colleen and I are each other's dates! WE will see you soon!!!
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