If the days leading up to the wedding were a sound, it would go like this: wshhhhwaaaaaahhhheeeeekkkksighsighsighoooooemmmmgeeeeeuhhuhhhuhhhhok. Thus, I do not recall much of what happened, but I do know that I tried to sneak in as much Parks and Recreation as I could.
Soon enough all of my family and bridal party had arrived to Raleigh, North Carolina, and the day that I thought seemed so far away when I got engaged was a day away. We all assembled at St. Raphael's Church where we practiced the wedding in speed mode. Afterwards, the bridal ensemble made out way to downtown where we dined at the Big Easy, the restaurant/bar where I first laid eyes on James.
The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner carried out in typical fashion. We laughed, we drank, we ate. I was thrilled to have my family, closest friends, and soon to be husband under one roof, but underneath the excitement I had some nerves on the amount of attention and busyness that the next day would hold. Anyway, the night soon ended, and I headed home with my mom. As I was walking into the door, I spilled sauce from my leftovers all over my white dress. Covered in sauce, I started to cry. And that is what I did the night before I got married, hoping that this was in no way any indication of what was to come….