username: sprig
name: whisky
collar color: creamy white
happy memory!:
Let me tell you about my wedding day.
I woke up at 5:30. My alarm wasn’t set to go off until 6:30, but I couldn’t sleep anymore. I showered, blow dried my hair, and sat alone in the dark living room at my moms house for everyone else to stir. I scrolled through Facebook, a collection of “happy wedding day!” and various other posts were on my timeline. I attempted to eat some cereal and milk, but I had butterflies in my stomach and didn’t want to eat much.
At about 7:00 my bridesmaids arrived one by one, and all of a sudden it seemed like the house was buzzing with giggles and voices. I did everything I could to stay involved in conversation, keep up with my soon to be husband and his boys, but the whole time I was thinking to myself, ‘this isn’t real.’
I don’t think my mind fully wrapped around what was happening until the minute I was standing at the back of the sanctuary, alone with my dad. The doors were closed and everyone had walked down the aisle already. I remember so clearly, it was like I was hit by a bus. All of the emotions that I had tip toed around all day showed up, and panicking I turned to my dad. I wanted to say something but no words would come out. He linked my arm in his and put his hand over mine. “I love you, Gracie.”
I melted into a puddle. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. And knowing I was leaving my dad for someone else, that I was going to be relying on someone else now, was so hard to take in.
I’ll skip the romantics of the ceremony, but we drove off, arrived at our hotel to check in, and realized we’d left the bag I packed with extra clothes, tooth brushes, soap and everything else was still back at my moms house. I slept in his button down, and the next morning I wore my wedding dress down to the car. It was hilariously tragic, and will forever be one of my favorite memories.