Friday the 13th

We were married on a Saturday the 14th. Therefore, our rehearsal dinner was Friday the 13th.

I remember that day every time a Friday the 13th appears on the calendar.

Our to-do list stretched forever and every agenda item required more time than we had planned. Decorating church and reception hall caused the most headaches. I wanted my ladies to have matching jewelry as my gift to them and I wanted them to help me choose it. We rushed through that, but we were hopelessly behind.

For whatever reason, I thought I had to dress for dinner. My bridesmaid Kelly and I had not thought to bring our fancy clothes to change into, so we drove to my parents' house to change. That took over an hour and made us very late for my own rehearsal dinner.

When we walked into the restaurant, my fiance snapped, "Where have you been?" He thought I had dumped him the night before our wedding.

I had battled frozen feet, so he had some reason to be worried. He didn't need to be. I had already decided that life without him was unthinkable.

Hubby and I had planned to do a nice presentation for each of our wedding party's gifts, but that had to be scrapped. At least I was present. Hubby didn't have to chase a runaway bride.

I really shouldn't have bothered to change clothes. I changed back into shorts for the actual rehearsal. My shoes pinched me and I refused to be uncomfortable. The bride should have some privileges!

I was out of that dress so quickly that no one got a picture of me in it until a post-wedding shower. The flowers on the guest book table are my wedding bouquet.