The Wedding Day - Prep

So Friday morning, I woke up and put my hair in curlers, which I think I bought just now, jut for this occasion. I had to go to work, and as I can be the silly-artsy-type, my employees didn't think too much of it. They loved having what I wore be the topic of their conversations, so wearing curlers to work was no big deal, really. (My hair is straight as a ruler, so if I took the curlers out any earlier than I had to, my hair would be flat again before the ceremony.)

I was able to really push to get my work done, and convince my boss to let my out of work slightly early. As soon as he did, My Yellow Farmer and I rushed to a nearby clothing store to look for something for me to wear. His mom had purchased me a possible dress, but it looked just like the white prom dress this girl wore in high school who was such a snot to me that there was no way I wanted that style to be connected to this memory. It was a nice thought on his mom's part, though.

This clothing store is a mix of new and used, but all very trendy clothing, for great prices. I grabbed a variety of dresses and went with the limit I could take into the dressing room. Trying them on one-by-one nothing was really doing anything for me. Maybe I'll just wear a dress I already have... but then YF, who was waiting outside the dressing room said "did you see that strawberry dress?" Strawberries?! (I had been Strawberry Shortcake for Halloween the past two years.) "It's up on the wall."

"No," I replied. "I didn't see it. Could you get it down for me?"

Soon, he handed a dress in to me. Long, fitting just tight enough to be flattering, but just loose enough to have great twirl, was a beautiful dress. It was white (and I wish I knew fabric-type names but oh well) with an almost sheer top layer and a thicker layer for modesty beneath. The slightly puffed little-longer-than-cap sleeves were sheer, though. Every seem had a little crochet red trim, and there was a tasteful flarey-ruffle at the bottom. All over the dress were little strawberries, that were fuzzy soft to the touch. I tried it on, and it fit as if it were made specially for me.

Wow! I never pictured myself in any kind of wedding dress, and this couldn't have been more perfect. (And under $20 to boot!)

I then decided I wanted earrings to match, and YF picked those out as well. Little flowers sparkling with red and diamond-colored jewels. I wore a red ribbon in my hair, and pulled out a red ribbon with pearl trim choker that I (or was it my mom?) made for my first high school prom.

YF had me help pick out which button up shirt, tie, and slacks he would wear, but the Mickey-Mouse socks were his own personal touch.

We then waited the reveled in the few minutes we had left before 6pm when it would all begin. My aunt and uncle who live 8 hours drive away, but I invited to come if they could, DID make it. I was happy to have some representation there. We walked to the nice park around the corner of our apartment and met the bishop there. Soon, YF's family arrived.

He has little adopted siblings who had not been told about the wedding before it happened because then his extended family would know. So after letting them run through the trees and bushes for a short time, we gathered them together to tell them that this was a wedding, that I was going to be their new sister. I got a great power hug from the 4 yr old. Unbeatable!

We chose YF's dad and my uncle to be the official witnesses, so there was a bit of time of filling out the certificates before we actually started anything...