One of my favorite moments of our whole wedding weekend took place around midnight the night before our wedding. The rehearsal dinner was finished and BM L Dawg and H were trying to sleep in the adjoining room while I was trying to type my last post as a Miss in the living area. Don’t you just love hotel suites?
I had previously said goodnight to Mr. Sword in the lobby as we split up, him to the bar to have one last drink, and me to the girls’ getting ready room where I was staying for the night.
But as I sat there typing away at my laptop, trying to shove all of my emotions into concise but eloquent thoughts, I decided I wanted to see him one last time. I mean, he was so close, I could hear laughing coming from the hotel bar, voices of people who were here for our wedding. In that moment, I wanted one more goodnight kiss. One more embrace.
So I texted him, “Where are u?”
And he replied, “At the bar with my dad!”
“Nice ok! If you leave soon come knock on my door to say hi! 🙂 I’m blogging.” (Clearly, it’s all about the hive.)
“Will do! Just having one!”
(The Swords are avid users of the exclamation point!)
About ten minutes later (or some other amount of time, I have no idea but ten minutes sounds nice) I heard a faint knock at the door and there he was, the man I was going to marry in mere hours! I got butterflies in my stomach as I crept out into the hall.
I only have a foggy memory of what we said to each other, but I probably asked him how the bar was and if he’d be OK sleeping by himself. (Guys don’t buddy sleep, ya know?) I probably said something like, “We’re getting married tomorrow!” And then he probably said something like, “It’s after midnight, I shouldn’t see you, it’s technically our wedding day.” To which I probably responded with a “Bah, who cares?”
While I don’t remember words, I do remember feelings, (as does my Mister). We remember feeling happy, giddy, safe, loved, and calm. I remember feeling this was the beginning of something amazing.
I had always pictured my last night as a single lady gossiping with my friends or crying tears of joy with my sister, but my friends were tired and wanted to hit the hay right away, and my sister has really long hair and wanted to shower in her own room so she opted to sleep with her fiancé to make things easier in the morning. I guess I was meant to be alone with my thoughts and I think it’s sweet that my last conversation before I went to bed was with my future husband.
After our quick chat, we kissed once or twice more and said goodnight for real and I finished my post, stowed my laptop, and fell asleep surprisingly quick for someone who can rarely shut their brain off fully when they are extra excited.
Tomorrow I was going to be the bride. I was going to marry an amazing man and celebrate with my favorite people on the planet. There’s nothing quite like going to bed and knowing you’re going to wake up to your very own wedding day. As I fell asleep I knew tomorrow would be golden.
Did you have one picture in your head for the night before your wedding only to have something different happen? Anyone else steal a goodnight or goodbye kiss from their partner at an unexpected moment?
Skipped some of the Sword saga? It’s OK, catch up today!