Despite this unattractive state of affairs, though, I decided that I would work my tush off until my bridesmaids started to roll into town. At that point, though, all work of the glue stick variety would be done, and I would redirect my attention to work of the social variety. I'm proud to report that I finished my very last small project a whopping 90 seconds before BM E showed up on my front porch. Her arrival in many ways kicked off the wedding festivities; it seemed like after she made her way to Johnstown, our house was welcoming new faces every few minutes, with the anticipation and excitement continually mounting.
Unsurprisingly, the arrival I was most impatiently waiting for was Mr. Snow Cone's (and, yes, I consider him a vital member of Team Bride). The entire week leading up to the wedding, when I had been doing my best to act like a lunatic, my mom's calming mantra was always that I would feel better once Mr. Snow Cone arrived. And, boy, was she right. Once he got to Johnstown and we were there, together, on our wedding weekend, everything had reached a very pleasant status quo. He was there for me and I was there for him, even if neither of us needed or asked for any support. Having him there was all I could ever need.
From that point forward, all we had to do was catch up with our out-of-town friends and family. I originally hoped to have the entire bridal party in attendance on Thursday night, to kick the weekend off in style. However, it quickly became apparent that there was no need for the Pittsburgh bridal party members to pay for a hotel in Johnstown whenever they could just come into town the next morning. I was kind of bummed at this turn of events, but, in retrospect, it worked out perfectly. I had an extra night to spend a lot of quality time with some of my friends and my family who had come from hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away. It sounds relatively selfish, but being surrounded by my people that evening was an unexpected but treasured turn of events.
My sophomore roommates. Now I'm the only one in North America!
The picture of maturity
The Snow Cones, less than 48 hours from the altar!
(Mr. Snow Cone's hugging himself extra hard to avoid displaying the Notre Dame sweatshirt I had to lend to him on that surprisingly brisk summer evening. But judging by the smile on his face, I think it's safe to say he enjoyed wearing it.)
Photos by BM B
Photos by BM B