bridzilla?

The lovely ladies that made up my bridal party knew ahead of time that I am psychotic.  Thus, they spent almost a year mentally preparing for what the wedding weekend would look like.  They each decided on the role they would plan to try to keep me sane.  They expected Bridezilla, and I didn't care what I was, I just wanted it to be right.  Sounds like a bridezilla doesn't it!

The wedding weekend rolled around.  There was a ton to be done, and everyone pitched in!  I was pretty laid back about most things, and the girls admitted on the wedding day that they were really suprised by how laid back I was and they just kept expecting a breakdown/ freakout.  

The night before the wedding we were all a bit tired and decided that we should get some sleep- they kep asking if I was ok or needed anything- again, this would normally fit my personality.  I am a perfectionist and I get a lot of anxiety about big things.  

The day of the wedding I woke up before most.  I was pretty chill.  There were a lot of things that went on during that day, but I remained chill.

When it came down to the day/ weekend- I just didn't care.  I didn't care how eveything looked, I didn't care if it was perfect, I didn't care if something went wrong- because I only thought about the fact that at the end of the night I was going to be married to my best friend, the love of my life, my other half- and that was all the mattered.  It was a wonderful way to be.