CeriseNoire
Sweet 'n Tangy
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2006
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By which I mean, I've turned into the stereotype of the bride to be.
I never thought I'd care about bouquet types, lose my mind over late RSVPs, or get excited about dying a petticoat with my mother, but it's all come to pass.
I never thought I'd fret about whether my future mother-in-law would like my cooking during the rehearsal luncheon I hosted.
I never thought that I'd be secretly happy that my bridesmaids all chose identical dresses, even though I gave them options.
And I sure never thought that I'd be here, typing this, on the eve of my wedding day, because I can't quite go to sleep just yet.
Still, it's all come to pass...
I never thought I'd care about bouquet types, lose my mind over late RSVPs, or get excited about dying a petticoat with my mother, but it's all come to pass.
I never thought I'd fret about whether my future mother-in-law would like my cooking during the rehearsal luncheon I hosted.
I never thought that I'd be secretly happy that my bridesmaids all chose identical dresses, even though I gave them options.
And I sure never thought that I'd be here, typing this, on the eve of my wedding day, because I can't quite go to sleep just yet.
Still, it's all come to pass...