My other daughter was supposed to be Matron of Honor but six months earlier had a baby, three months later got really sick, and had told her sister that she didn't think she could do it with her energy level, a new baby, and a dress she couldn't fit into. The bride said not to worry, wait and see when it's closer. But she did ask another friend to fill the matron of honor spot. I told the bride I was proud of her for the way she handled it. A week before the wedding, sister-of-the-bride said she couldn't get into her dress, she had looked everywhere for another one, and she thought she really shouldn't be in it. The bride was really cool about it, and her sister and I were pleased.
My three sisters were coming so I was hoping they wouldn't get triangled into drama. One of them was delayed in Chicago so her plane was three hours late. But that call was a relief, because my husband and I had flown into another airport the night before, and the rental car places were closed. When we went for our rental car, enroute to picking her up an hour away, there was a huge line that didn't seem to be moving at all (some problem with enough cars) so we were late.
My other two sisters were driving and got caught in a North Carolina thunderstorm about two hours away, and had to stop, so they missed the rehearsal dinner. But it all worked out, and by now the four of us are used to a bit of kafuffle when we get together.
So far so good, my daughter had booked a nice, but old motel for all of us (got a rate to help us save money) and the rooms were musty, with one having bad mildew, but no biggy, I had my trusty essential oil travel diffuser along so sat it up in our room, and then my daughters room, and rigged up a makeshift one out of a coffee filter for my sisters' room. And after the wedding we all moved to Old Town into a wonderful quaint old hotel that had been kept up better.
The day before the wedding I went with my daughter to get pedicures, and the place was packed. (She had never needed an appointment before.) She handled that well, we went to another place, but on the way she made a comment about her sister backing out at the last minute. I just reminded her that she had told her sister three months earlier to wait till just before the wedding to decide. She accepted it, and we arrived at the next nail place with a 30 minute wait. She said, "Let's go get frozen yogurt next door while we're waiting." By this time it was hot--a great idea.
The morning of the wedding she wanted me to go with her to get her hair done, so I did, and on the way she said she was so sad that her brother wasn't there. I said, "I know, but don't let it ruin your day, focus on what you do have, and who is coming." She didn't react then or even later, when she was running behind schedule wanting to do everything herself. I, quietly between her and I, said, "You're running out of time. You're going to need to let people help you." She answered, "You are starting to stress me out, Mom, and I'm not stressed now; I'm just enjoying this." So I said OK and walked away, but later I noticed that she was allowing three other people to help. And she was ready on time, and the wedding started on time.
After the reception, we went to the Old Town hotel where she had reserved two adjoining rooms -- so her dad and I could stay with their kids. Someone was in our room, and they had disregarded the "Do not disturb" sign and vacuumed up $40 worth of rose petals she had strewn all over their room as a surprise for her husband. Then she almost had a melt-down, but she held it together, crying a bit, while the hotel got it straightened out, and thirty minutes later we were in two other, bigger rooms. And because of that they ended up comping our room for two nights! And they gave the rest of the wedding party a great rate to move there. That hotel had a quaint, charming courtyard where all of us hung out for the next two days when we weren't sight-seeing. A couple of friends stayed on with family and it was a great group and a bonding, fun time.
As people left one by one, and two by two, the harmony of the weekend stayed and held those of us who stayed on, through missing a plane, a parking ticket, a huge difference of opinion on going to the beach, and camping. This was one of the best vacations ever, with the least adjustment back home. Thanks, Cris and everyone else who made it special. Thank you, Father, for giving us the ability to be flexible and enjoy.