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We headed back to the hotel from the welcome dinner and stopped by my parents’ room to see how my dad was doing and bring them some Green Bay Packers-themed cake. When we got back to our suite, Mr. M’s family surprised us with a visit, so we popped open a few bottles of wine and spent an hour or so chatting and enjoying each others’ company. Around midnight, we decided to finally try to get to bed since I had an early wake-up time for hair and makeup.
For as exhausted as I was, I still had a hard time sleeping that night (as predicted, but not for the reasons I had originally assumed). I kept thanking my lucky stars that something more serious hadn’t happened to my dad–or to anyone I loved dearly for that matter. And in that night, all the things that I thought could go wrong with the wedding ceased to matter. I decided that despite all my borderline obsessive planning for the past 18 months, things like “What if my dress doesn’t fit the way I want it to?!” “What if the linen colors aren’t perfect?!” “What if the DJ doesn’t play that song I really want to hear?!” “What if it’s not the most perfect day EVER?!!?” were laughable in comparison to the health of my loved ones.
At the end of the day, the only thing I really needed to make me happy on my wedding day were my future husband and my incredible family and friends. I know that last part sounds cliche and that’s what everyone says, but this was the first time I knew that this was 100% true. We get so tied up in all the little details (which I don’t want to trivialize because as brides we spend A LOT of time on wedding planning) but at the end of the day no one is as close to the details as we are, and ultimately no one cares as much as we do.
So in a way, while what happened to my dad was the scariest thing I had ever experienced, it also meant that there was nothing else (in terms of wedding details) that could go wrong that would be worse than that. Of course throughout the night I kept worrying that maybe something else would happen, so as soon as it was morning, I called down to my parents’ room just to make sure everything was okay. And once I found out my dad was perfectly fine, I had this strange zen-like feeling that came over me. I knew without a doubt that this would be the happiest day I’ve ever had, and I promised myself that I would take in and savor each and every moment that day. Because it goes by in the blink of an eye and I would never again have a day where all these people would be in the same place at the same time.
Once Mr. M left the room that morning to go meet up with the groomsmen, I had a few minutes to myself before the girls and the hair & makeup team were due to arrive. I vividly remember taking in the view of the St. Lawrence River from our gorgeous room and thinking “WOW. This day is finally here. I am the luckiest girl in the world.” It’s amazing how a bit of perspective can change your outlook entirely. I wasn’t nervous, worried or anxious anymore. I knew I had meticulously planned everything to the best of my ability and that things would play out however they were meant to. And my heart was filled with such joy that I truly felt there was nothing that could bother or upset me that day. I was ready for what I knew was going to be the BEST. DAY. EVER.
Next up–the girls get their gifts!