Big Day:
I woke early on the Big Day with a million things on my mind, soon it would be my time, and there were still a million things left to do. I had to call the caterers, the florist, the priest, oh why didn't I get a wedding planner? Because this is a small wedding, and a small budget, and I can do this! I reassured myself, it wouldn't be long until this was all over, but the stress of the day couldn't taint how happy I am. I pulled on a robe and put on my blue tooth headset and called my mom, wandering into the kitchen. Good morning! she said happily into the phone, nearly shouting those two words. Good Morning Mom, I said smiling, stepping over the four limp bodies, of by best friends and bridesmaids in my living room floor. "Are you out of bed yet?" she asked, "Yes, I am just on my way to start cooking breakfast, and go over my list for today," I said, pulling a carton of eggs, the milk, and cheese out of the fridge, as well as fresh fruit, and orange juice. "Why, are you cooking breakfast?! It's your wedding day, I am calling Jenny," said mom, "No, don't I am the only one who didn't get toasted last night, let them be, I'm fine, you know how much I love planning and it won't ruin my day at all," I said, cracking the eggs open and separating the whites from the yolk. "I know, you missed your calling in life, you should have been a wedding planner instead of a elementary school teacher. Speaking of which, how many parents did you convince to let their kids be in your wedding?"
"All but one," I said, "Your guys' flight is coming in at noon right?"
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