The only part of the wedding weekend that I was unhappy about was the Bridal luncheon. I had envisioned something different than what it was...but all in all it was fine.
I had hoped to speak about everyone at the table, I had hoped to be eloquent and grateful and graceful. I had hoped that my expressions of love would flow from me. But instead, I cried like a baby whenever I tried to speak and I was tired, hungover and cranky from the bachelorette party the night before.
I *hope* that for everyone but me, it was a good time. I hope they felt what I wanted them to feel, I hope they enjoyed themselves. Me, not so much.
I am sad that I feel this way. I know I need to let go and move on, and I will. I just want a do-over, you know?
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What if for a do-over you sent everyone notes. Your thoughts that you wanted to say that day. It isn't quite the same but then you'd at least get it out on paper.
Duh! Why didn't I think of that! You are sooo smart!
Your tears reinforced the love and emotion you were feeling, don't you worry! It was so nice (Monica's bags were so lovely!), and hey, we sure laughed!
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