Our summer wedding in the garden – part II
I drove to the hairdresser during lunchtime. My husband-to-be was happy to have this time for himself to get ready without me bothering him with questions “think about…have you…what if…”. When I came back home he welcomed me fully dressed and he looked amazing!
From that time on he wasn’t allowed to go upstairs anymore where I intended to get ready but he enjoyed the fully decorated garden already while having coffee with his uncle.
While I was running in circles in jeans and t-shirt and my done wedding hair to fix the last details he left as he was supposed to leave half an hour before me.
My intention was to have 30-40 minutes for myself before I had to leave just to have a quick shower, get the last finish on my makeup, step freshly into my dress and put on the earrings, the new bracelet, etc. Plans are there to be ruined, aren’t they? Honestly, I ended up with roughly 15 min. During these 15 min. Dad was reminding me every felt 5 seconds that we have to go, that I need to hurry, that he’s ready downstairs and just waiting for me to come down.
I think he was even more exited than me as he would lead me down the aisle where my husband would wait. And another point that I’m his eldest daughter and the first who married.
I’m glad that I always was a perfectionist although it’s not one of my best habits but on the wedding day it was helping. I already had make up on so it was quickly pimped and the evening before the wedding I had a long bath so a quick shower was really enough to feel still bridal.