This week was stressful. One of the most stressful. Having to get Rhia home from NC and keep her from freaking over all the work she had to do to make up the time she was missing, get my classes covered and rewriting and rewriting the vows, finding purple shoes for Rhia, figuring out what I was gonna wear, and worst of all, getting Rhia's dress hemmed in one day... ugh.
See, Rhia was supposed to be home going to school in Maryland. For those of you reading, you may recall she decided at the last minute to go to school in North Carolina. Since she was gonna be around, we figured we had plenty of time to get her dress taken care of. And her shoes. Alas. I've been emailing and begging all my friends/students who I know could sew to see if they could help me out. Trying to find someone who would be available Thurs. morning, who could get the dress sewn and back by Friday morning, not easy. We were worried a tailor wouldn't be able to rush it and all my experts said we could not guesstimate a hem.
Tuesday morning I decided to just hem it myself. Stop laughing.
Tuesday night my yoga students begged me not to.
Wednesday morning, in desperation, I announce my dilemma to my class and throw myself on the mercy of the Universe. The Universe responds immediately with a beautiful angel of sewing who cheerfully says, "I CAN DO IT!!!" Course she proly didn't yell or exclaim even but it felt like bells ringing. Ok, maybe I exaggerate. But I felt saved. We make arrangements for her to come the next day, exactly at the same time as my Reiki client. Sigh. No worries, it's one of my favorite people in the world who I knew would understand. Plus, she was subbing for me at my yoga class that night so we had to get together to plan the routine.
Now, at this point I realize that I was making things much harder than they needed to be in so many ways but whatever. I didn't want to stop the momentum that my business has been experiencing and blah, blah...
Anyways. Nancy comes and measures and pins Rhia. She happily takes the dress to get done before 4pm Friday. We go to the rehearsal dinner and they inform us that Rhia is supposed to be at the wedding place at 1:30pm Friday. At that point, we realize that we don't know Nancy's phone number.
I can't talk about this anymore, I will need another tranquilizer.
All's well that ends well, somehow we all make it to the wedding place on time (unlike the night before when we were over a half hour late, where in the heck did all that traffic come from?) The wedding was fine, more formal and showy, less intimate and meaningful. Even though her mom did her hair and make up and not a professional, Rhia looked gorgeous, "stunning" was the word people kept saying. All the girls and guys looked wonderful. Bride and Groom looked lovely. The music was awesome --MARIOOOO!!!!. The service was short, no voice cracking. Lots of people I didn't know came up to me and told me I did a great job. I wasn't a bit nervous, was looking forward to my empty calendar in October ha ha.
The only snafu was the bride sprained her ankle walking back down the aisle. Her mom wrapped it and I gave it Reiki and she was dancing in no time. They had bubbles everywhere, lots of little kiddies looking cute, everyone danced and sang and had fun.
So there you have it. 18 months later, they are married. Twice. I really enjoyed being the Officiant, would do it again in a heartbeat, in fact.
But only if Rhia isn't in the wedding.
Congratulations Matt and Jaime. May you live long and prosper.
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