The Wedding Weekend

My sister got married this weekend and it was perfect. All the preparation, all the stress, all the emotion leading up to it... it came out great.

My sister is the type that did not love being a bride to be and all of the wedding plan. She had a major meltdown at David's bridal which resulted in me shooing away the bride attendant and throwing the huge ass petticoat out of the changing room. She stressed over the flowers, the food, the invitations... I was concerned that she would not be too thrilled with the actual day. She did basically everything on her own since she lives in a different city.

She had my mother's dress remade. She married in a beautiful historic church in downtown Pensacola. The ceremony was beautiful. Everyone cried. Her husband's boss had arranged for a horse and carriage to take them to their reception. The reception was so great that we finally had to force them to make a faux leave so the remaining guests could blow some bubbles and go home.

She said she wouldn't have changed one thing. She was happier than I have maybe ever seen her which made me happy.

However, the quote of the weekend was from my grandmother. I had asked my cousin who was in the wedding if she had any old blue underwear my sister could borrow. We all laughed and later recounted the joke to my grandmother who replied, "You should have asked me. I have some she could borrow." Ummmm, I hope she was joking, though I'm afraid she wasn't. There are some things that shouldn't be shared- lip gloss, mascara, and underwear.