I normally pride myself in being able to handle stress exceptionally well. While most people fall apart, I remain calm. In fact, I would say that I am at my absolute best when the pressure is on. This is why I was totally caught off guard when I almost had my first panic attack ever just hours before my wedding.
I had spent a year meticulously planning the wedding of my dreams with Julie, my Matron of Honor, and it seemed like whatever could go wrong, was going wrong. Thankfully, my support group kept reminding me that it was the marriage — not the wedding — that truly mattered. Of course, they were right, but for a perfectionist like myself, well, I wanted the wedding to go as planned. On top of everything, I also was quite sick with a head cold.
Faena Hotel + Universe, our wedding venue, had given us ladies their business center to get ready in. My Mom, Julie, Lucas’ Mom, and Grandmother were with me, as well as one of my dearest friend’s/international wedding photographer Kyle Hepp. I talked about what she means to me and how she came into my life in this post.
Finally, Julie put a glass of champagne (my drug of choice) in my hands and I relaxed as much as I possibly could.
Lucas’ Grandmother, who happens to be ninety years old (though does not look a day over seventy), shared some heartwarming words with me, while both Moms sneaked away.
It was not until after the wedding did I discover that they had decided, since neither could speak each others language, to bond over cigarettes! Where they found the cigarettes since they do not smoke, I will never know. I suppose they needed a little stress relief too?
Julie was then summoned by Faena’s event coordinator and left me to handle even more problems. Several minutes later, I was delivered my bouquet. I almost could not believe what was in front of my eyes. The bouquet was nothing like the one that I had requested and paid for. This is when I could feel the panic attack coming on.
Kyle was my angel in that moment and soon, with her words of wisdom, was able to get me smiling and my stylist was able to put the final touches on my hair.
When I felt like my hair and makeup were complete the last thing left was to get my Mom’s final opinion.
She loved what she saw, thus it was time to head to the bridal suite! Which is your favorite photo?