I'll include photos so you can feel my pain with me.
Some of my most memorable moments have happened during the 12 hours I spent in these dresses:
Very first was my friend who was married on my birthday awhile back. When her family sang happy birthday to me at her wedding reception I actually burst into tears. Was I sad? Yes! Do I have any idea why? Nope.
Then was a wedding where my friends Mom looked at us both at the end of a REALLY long day and said: "the two of you look like strippers named tuti fruitie!" We were in Vegas. On the strip. I got nervous walking around after that. Didn't want to give the wrong impression!
July wedding in Utah? 102 degrees
June wedding in Vegas? 110 degrees
September wedding in Arizona? Extremely H.O.T.
I flew down to Mesa for a good friend's wedding. To avoid missing work, it was a "spend less than 24 hours in the arrival city" sort of a trip...and I managed to do it, yep, WITHOUT my temple recommend.
I started out young too! I was a flower girl when I was 7ish. But this time I actually got to walk down the isle. Were the people divorced? Yes. Were they divorced before I even really knew what divorced meant? They sure were.
Now if you haven't seen the movie 27 dresses let me explain with the following phrase: "Always a bridesmaid, never a bride." And it feels good!
We Were Five
Why am I lying awake at now 3:00 am thinking about this? When I was a freshman in the dorms at BYU I met 4 girls that became some of my very best friends. They are wonderful, beautiful, amazing girls all of whom I love like sisters. We would spend hours talking about who would get married first. But as if that wasn't enough--we would predict which order we would be married in. And I never imagined, even in my wildest 18 year old nightmares, I would be the last. The first was our sophmore year. Then one our junior year. Another our senior year. Leaving just two of us for the last 2 years. It was doable being single because with her we could whine and complain together. I had a sweet tender mercy honestly sent from the Lord. After all, being single and alone, in Utah, is probably one of the MOST traumatic things a 24 year old girl could have to endure, right? ;)
My Dad used to tell the two of us when we would complain to him, "saved the two best for last!" He's so sweet. He doesn't say that anymore. Now I hear, "Are you EVER going to get married?" In fact, last week I actually heard him vow to not go to anymore weddings until one of his daughters got married. Even he's run out of faith for me!
Then There Were Two
Well--my tender mercy has ended. She's getting married this week. And to a wonderful person. I keep telling her I wish he was a jerk so I could give her good reasons not to marry him. Blah. So now I really am the lone man standing. Wo-man anyways.
Side note: I L.O.V.E. every single one of the girls in the above mentioned description of my personal hell. You girls, if for some reason any of you see this, are THE BEST. I can't imagine my life without you and I would not have traded to share these "moments" with you for anything....well...almost anything! ;)
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