Last night I had a dream about the wedding. Everything was going wrong. The photographer didn't show up until after the ceremony. Then when he did show up, he had his kid with him and wasn't really ready to take pictures. The hair stylist put my hair in these Shirley Temple curls and then covered it with flowers. Every time I would pull out the flowers, more would appear. My dress was too short, it hit at my ankles. And I couldn't find the bridesmaids so we could take pictures. (except for my sister who was helping me pull out the flowers)
The funny part about the dream was my reaction to all of this. I was laughing and having a good time. I was just very "oh well" about everything else. Eli was at my side the whole time and we were just having a blast.
Isn't that funny?
The Happy Couple
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