A year and a week ago, part 3
The actual day of the wedding, I woke up to rain. Lots of rain. Like “Who the hell opened the skies?!” rain. My reaction? “::blinkshrug::” It simply didn’t matter. Sure we were supposed to be having an outdoor wedding that afternoon. Sure it was ripping rain. But it was okay. Something would make everything better and we’d be fine. It didn’t matter cos Jared and I would still get married and that’s all that mattered. I’d posted to Facebook somewhere that morning and Jared’s mom had commented that she and Jared’s dad had rain on their wedding day, and that it was supposed to be good luck. That she wished us the happiness that she and Jared’s dad had. I beamed at that, and went about getting ready for the third trip in three days to the salon.
Mom had come to get me and Karen from the hotel. Heather and Mike, more friends of ours, followed us from the hotel to the salon. Heather is a wonderful photographer and was taking pictures that the photographer we’d hired wasn’t getting, like Karen and I getting made up at the salon. I love her for slogging through the rain with us that morning, cos while I have the memories in my head, the photos she took were a wonderful reminder. And I love Mike for driving her around. 
The salon was rather amused when we all showed up. Cindy got to work on my hair and Jordan started in on Karen. At some point, they asked what energy drink I was sipping from the water bottle that I kept passing over to Karen, and I grinned. “32 ounces of champaign and orange juice.” “You put 32 ounces of Mimosa into a water bottle?!” “Yep!” “That’s so AWESOME!” Yeah, there’s a reason I go to that salon, other than they do great hair.
But the big question that kept cropping up was “It’s raining cats and dogs out there. You’re having an outdoor wedding today. What on earth are you going to do?!” I smiled and shrugged and then said that Mom had said when she left the house, Jared, Gail (one of Mom’s best friends), and Jim (Mom’s general contractor for the house addition and by now a good friend) were all at the house and discussing how to rearrange the inside of the house to set up for a wedding. “The Logistics Crew has it under control. I have complete faith in them. Besides, I’m getting married to the most awesome guy today. That’s all that matters.” I was in full “bridal zen mode.” I’d planned for issues, made backups, and everything was under control. I’d drive myself insane if I tried to make it “perfect”, so to hell with it and just roll. Everything would be fine in the end.
