Oh, y’all. You do my heart good. It was such great stress relief to read through all your encouraging, funny comments on yesterday’s wedding madness post. I even got some fantastically practical tips on preventing a groom’s cake disaster, and I plan on implementing them to their fullest.
Thank you. You rock.
I do have one more request for you praying (and non-praying) folks. Would you pray that it won’t rain? Because it’s supposed to. And the wedding’s outside.
Here’s the deal: the ONLY good thing about planning an outside wedding on July 20 in Atlanta, Texas is that—while the chances of going to the hospital from heatstroke (especially if you’re in a tux) are about 47%—the chances of rain are nil.
So, tomorrow, the high’s like 89, and there’s a 40% chance of rain. It’s raining as I type this. Pure craziness. I just heard a faint sound, and I’m pretty sure it’s the scream of 100 Texas brides who thought they were safe to have an outdoor wedding this weekend.
ANYhoo, rain or no rain, the show will go on, but as a bride who planned and was granted a summer Texas wedding eight years ago, I can definitely identify with Hannah’s less than thrilled feelings about moving the whole shebang inside a church with dark wood paneling and lovely contrasting red velvet pews and blue carpet.
Before I forget…wanna see a sneak peak of my kids’ adorableness? (Duh).
Say it with me: ”Aaaaaaaw.”
And now I have a question for you: my Della-girl has hair down to her tiny little 2 3/4-year-old tooshy. It has lots of natural curl, but I wanted to give it a little more definition—wedding the curls up a bit, if you will.
Any suggestions for the best way to do that with little girls? I don’t want big froofy curls—just smooth long ringlets.
Fire away if you have any thoughts!
And now, it’s off to the races for me, and it’s time for you lovely people to party!
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