getting ready

I took my time. Shaved every inch of my legs. Moisturized. Used the good stuff. Skipped the makeup routine and went straight for the blowdry. Got dressed in jeans and a tank and felt beautiful, mostly because Danny tells me everyday.

Spent the day surrounded by some of my favorite girls in the world. Had Bride Wars in the background. Home smelled like vanilla and pomegranate candles. Drank water with cucumber and lemon. Listened to little feet playing ring around the rosie upstairs while I got my hair done downstairs. Sis did a wonderful job. Hair wrapped around the iron instead of inside. About 54 bobby pins. (Danny and I counted later that night.) Used the clip I bought what seemed like so long ago. Pearls and silver. One last spray of the hair and it was done.

Ate some lemon bundt cake. And cheese and crackers and veggies. Felt good. And calm. And cool. And stress-free. And so excited.

Sat on the bathroom counter and did my makeup next to my best friend. An extra layer of blush today. Plus some eye liner smudging (but only on the bottom). Plus 3 different shadow shades. The lipgloss could wait.

Then came my stepdad looking all handsome with his hair grown back and a smile on his face. Mom fixed his tie. He told her she looked pretty. They drove me down the 60 to the 57 to LaVeta down to 17th and right on college. It was sort of a quiet drive. I was enjoying the feeling of peace and joy welled up within me.

And then I waited...