7:43am — alarms were set for 8/8:30, but excitement and nerves woke us up before 7:00. I checked FSIL Amy’s flight and saw that it was delayed, so I texted with her a bit. A broken toilet has delayed her flight, which is one of the signs of a lucky pre-wedding day, right?
7:46am — number of shits Graham gives that his mothers are getting married — zero.
7:50am — it’s really hard to believe that the phrase “we are getting married tomorrow” is a thing I can say.
9:25am — breakfast has been eaten. Chris is doing dishes, and I started packing because “maybe it’s best if we do it separately.” I tried to give her a hug, and she demanded that I go pack my toiletry bag instead.
9:54am — toiletry bag packed. I used my dad’s old LL Bean one, so there’s a nice thought of him with me all weekend.
10:28am — FSIL left a comment on Facebook that she wonders what will happen next. We are running around like crazy people and getting our stuff ready to leave, that’s what. Good sign — no fighting. No serious tears. When one of us freaks out, the other calms down. Teamwork. I’m so lucky.
10:40am — I’ve been dispatched to locate Oxford heels.
10:41am — I realize I do not know what Oxford heels are.
10:42am — I am happy to report I am very good at guessing.
11:49am — at the nail salon! A woman is doing needlepoint, which is fun.
11:57am — the Dremel has just been brought out.
Aubrey and I in the customary hand-holding position of the pedicure.