stressful experience, it was amazing and over far too soon. For me, it was interesting because I am so used to doing the planning for others, it was even more surreal. John and I were sitting at our rehearsal dinner when we both looked at each other, almost dazed, and said, wow this is really for us—this is OUR rehearsal dinner. Fi- nally after half a glass of wine it sunk in, this is our day, our family is actually here for our wed- ding weekend.
I remember tweeting that I was sitting in my gown waiting to walk down the aisle (which felt like an eternity by the way, albeit only a few minutes) then in what seemed like seconds, the whole night was over.
I was unbelievably nervous on the wedding day, which made no sense. After all, I do this for a living, I have done this for TV many times over,
but when it came to my big day, when it came to not holding the reins, not being in control of every element, I was a complete mess. I put deodorant on my toothbrush instead of toothpaste for goodness sake—itʼs a shocker my underarms werenʼt minty
fresh...UGH.
I tried to spy on the ballroom to check on the set up on my way to the gym, only to get scolded by my staff, who told me to go be the bride. I remember my make-up artist Gloria Pelo telling me to sit down so she could finish (I was pacing and fidgeting like a child), and Catherine, the owner of Chic Parisien (who was fabulous and came to help dress me that day) kept giggling because I was so nervous. Thank goodness for her as I might have gone down the aisle with my dress on upside down. Finally, my photographer Martha (Unique Design Studios) made me chug, not sip, but chug a glass of champagne because she had never seen me so unraveled and needed me to relax for photos. Not only was I not immune to day-of jitters, it seemed as if I had the worst case in history. It was the champagne and an unexpected call from my soon to be hubby that diffused me for a few minutes.
Oh and itʼs funny the scattered and abstract thoughts that go through one’s head just before they walk down the aisle. Mine especially as I vacillated between bride and planner that day. I wondered, ―is the lighting right,‖ ―am I wearing deodorant,‖ ―where is my radio,‖ ―I hope Bella likes her hair,‖ ―will I remember my vows,‖ ―what if I trip and fall in the pool,‖ ―did the kids eat,‖ ―OMG Iʼm losing my mind.‖
Then, in the midst of swirling thought bubbles above my head, the moment arrived, it was time. My heart was beating out of my chest as Martha walked me from my suite down the hotel corridor to the elevator, snapping photos as we walked (some of the most amaaazing shots). My son Brandon met me in the lobby to walk me down the aisle, I looked over at him and whispered ―I think Iʼm going to faint‖ he thought I was kidding but I was for real. I wasnʼt sure if it was lack of oxygen from my splendidly tight corset or had I really worked myself into such a nervous frenzy. I watched my beautiful daughter Bella, then my stepchildren Jackson and Annie walk down the
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