...were the exclaimed words of Sarah, another fellow bridesmaid, on Saturday, April 30.
The forecast had called for a high of 72* with a 60% chance of thunderstorms. How much rain did we see? Nada drop. The winds threatened and teased us around 3:15 as we strolled nonchalently downtown Wheaton and into a bar, but as it turns out those were empty threats.
The day went something like this.
First, #1: There was the hair.
I told her to simply leave it like that. The hair was speaking for itself. She did not agree.
#2: The make-up.
#3: The dress - complete with extra support.
#4: The lesser-noticed bridesmaid dresses. How can you not look at the stunning bride? We were just peons. Happy peons nonetheless!
#5: Adding the bling in front of the red roses Mr. Mike had sent over earlier that morning - even though he tried to cancel the shipment twice.
#6: The obligatory "you're getting married in less than one hour" picture. Stand next to me now.
#7: Then all of the sudden, they're married. So we make a pit stop at a bar on our way to the reception. If you didn't know them, you'd judge and simply think they took too many shots at said bar due to the closed eyes. Alas, this is just how they take pictures. Eyes closed - huge smiles. It's all they'll ever know.
#8: The tank. Now that they are officially Mr. and Mrs. Mowell, it was time for the tank and maybe my favorite picture from the entire night. It's a toss up between this or my dad doing the sprinkler.
Not many people get to claim that they've made it through preschool, elementary school, junior high, high school, college and post college - only to have a friendship stronger than ever.
Mrs. Natalie Mowell, congratulations are in order. You are now officially in charge of that man and to ensure he doesn't eat whole blocks of cheese in one sitting again.