I think you're crazy

It is 1am. I should be slipping into a coma, but instead I need to unwind and chill out.

Despite all the drama, the wedding was perfect. I realize that there is drama to every wedding, but this had more than usual. I was given less than ten minutes to get make-up on the bride, who, well, a little short with me. I smiled, told her to breathe, and continued shoving brushes at her.

As you read from my previous post, I had some issues with the pastor. I had a few opportunities to talk with him before we started pictures, but I really can't hold a serious conversation with a grown man in a biking outfit who is no Lance. I resigned myself to playing nice through the service and writing a letter after, keeping the couple out of it.

When the time came for this big commitment, the pastor asked us to promise to pray for the couple, laugh with them, cry with them, be a part of the rest of their lives.

What?!

He acted like we were going to get re-baptized. And that was it?! You could tell that he had irked quite a few of the bridal party due to the barely-audible "I will" we all muttered. Sure, he asked us to pray, but he really didn't specify to whom. In trying to be spiritually inclusive, he had succeed in making us all angry. He also lectured us, the bridal party, about being superficial. As if one would get away with being a bridesmaid and show up looking like it's an average day. With weddings, the love is in the details. If I didn't love them I wouldn't have bought the expensive/gorgeous dress that perfectly matched the beautiful/lethal shoes and complimented the sparkling/gifted jewelry that was displayed nicely by my fabulous/expensive hair style.

Just cuz you can't buy love, doesn't mean it's cheap.

I feel the coma coming on and I still have seventy-five bobby pins to pick out of my hair. My favorite moment was went the couple brought their newborn out at the end and their little family was blessed. Very precious.