I was less nervous on this particular Saturday than I anticipated. This is after all, the day that every woman dreams of, her wedding day! My head was intensely pounding from the previous night's celebration. If I could give advice to any engaged couples- have your “last night out” parties weeks before the wedding! Luckily for me, my maid of honor anticipated how I’d feel, she put Tylenol and bottled water on my night stand. I took my time making my way downstairs, even though I could hear all of my family in the kitchen. I had told them all several days in advance “It’s an evening wedding, sleep in and relax. No one should be stressed out.” I tried to walk into the kitchen as nonchalant as possible, however as soon as my mother saw me she burst into tears! “Stop that! You’ll be a red, puffy eyed and red nosed in all the pictures. You better all get it out now before we go for hair and make-up at the salon.” I said. You see, I was the last of 6 daughters to get married. My father passed several years ago and my grandfather passed the year prior, I was the last and only one walked down the aisle with my mother. Once brunch was eaten and everyone had calmed their nerves, I suggested to relax in the sun. It’s not often that my family can all get together besides major holidays- this was such a blessing. We all lounged on the back deck where time seemed to pass in slow motion. Perhaps we were quietly bracing ourselves for the frenzy that would follow as the day progressed. All the women of the family, as well as my female soon-to-be in-laws headed off to the salon. Luckily for me this salon had a private room so I was able to have peace while everyone else sounded like school girls. Thinking back, I believe some of them were more excited about my wedding than I was. Before anyone realized, time had started speeding by. We had been at the salon for five hours and my wedding was due to start in less than two! I decided t