Of course, a wedding day cannot run smoothly. We just learned that. After another lovely breakfast here at the B&B we drove to the florist to pick up my flowers and …
… they weren’t ready. They weren’t even in the same vicinity as ready. They’d got the time switched around and thought we were picking them up at 2:30 p.m. today. We looked at each other, sighed, and breathed deeply. Not much we could do, other than wait. And so we did and a few minutes later out came a beautiful bouquet. Crisis averted. We can get married now.
It’s drizzling here, and there are no promises of sunshine. We are putting the final touches on our vows and some movie is on Lifetime with Felicity sleeping with the dude from 7th Heaven. There was Law & Order but gah! No marathon for us today. Which is just as well – our love for Jack McCoy knows no bounds and we’d end up late for our own wedding.
I’m a little nervous – but in that good way. Scott is too. As we said last night over drinks, we’re really ready to be wearing those wedding bands now.