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Happy Birthday to My Grant.

1 May

A few weeks ago, I flew to Los Angeles to surprise my man for his birthday. Wow. What an adventure.

First things first, I learned that “lying” to Grant – even in the name of keeping something a surprise – is incredibly hard for me.

The weather in The Ark was awful when I left. I drove through 2 hours of torrential rain (complete with earthquake-like thunder and lightning bright enough to think it’s fake) to get to my brother’s house in Muskogee, OK, so I could fly out of Tulsa at 6:00AM. The drive was so bad, I actually thought I may have to pull over and sleep in a stranger’s barn, ruining the entire surprise. That didn’t happen. I love flying out of Tulsa, because it gives me a great excuse to see my brother and his wife Lindsey, but the drive there can be pretty rough at times.

Before I went to bed that night, I talked to Grant. After having just watched a movie that we mutually love, he told me repeatedly how much he missed me. He thought I was at home in AR and didn’t realize that I had such a sneaky plan up my sleeve for the next morning. In his mind, we were still 6 weeks away our next scheduled visit.

Adam drove me to the airport at 4:00AM for a flight at 6:00… that’s Standard Time, so in Pacific Time, it was horribly early. For the first time ever, I sat next to someone I actually liked on the plane. She reminded me a lot of my friend Blythe, but she was almost my same age. She even had 3 kids (2 girls, 1 boy) just like B, and her husband had a Kirby-ish beard. It was almost too weird how familiar it felt to hang out with her and her fam bam. She and her husband were on their way to OC for her brother’s wedding and we chatted the entire trip home, while trying not to fall asleep.

I got in at 7:30AM (PST) and my sister Amanda picked me up from the airport. It was great to see her. I hadn’t seen her in 5 months!

We drove to Grant’s house, picking up a tray of cinnamon rolls and candles, on the way. His roommate let us in the house, where we lit the candles and I walked in to my sleeping boy’s room.

It was the best surprise I’ve ever pulled off.

After the immediate shock and confused words, he stared long and hard at me with an expression that said “I’m waiting to wake up”. Haha. How fun. When he realized that I was really there and that it wasn’t a dream, the happiness began and the exhaustion of keeping secrets became overwhelming. I was home. I was happy. I was tired, but totally high on my happy.

That weekend was full of “bests” and was action packed with memories. We got to spend time with Eric and Haley at The Grove, Chrissy, Doug, little Magnolia, Nina, Sean and Eiko at Disneyland (also saw Amber and little Tessa in the parking lot!), Grant’s parents and Hillary, my family at the beach, Blythe and Kirby and lots and lots of old friends at the Troubador, where The Head and the Heart were playing a sold-out show (thanks to Blythe for the impromptu tickets… and her brother being in the band). I also got all of my bridesmaids fitted into their dresses, spent some extra quality time with Christiana and Maggie, and even managed to hike good ole’ Fryman, twice!

From eating at Griddle Cafe, to Blue Jam, to Joan’s on Third, to Disneyland, to the Observatory, to Fogo de Chao, to Trader Joe’s, to Cherry on Top, to the Blue Plate Oysterette, to the beach with my family, to good bottles of wine, to spicy salami, Manchengo and olives, the entire weekend was amazing. The best part? I got to be with the love of my life for 4 1/2 days of sunshine and bliss.


Wedding Nightmares… Why Do They Happen?

2 Apr

I don’t think I ate anything spicy before bed last night, and I’m pretty sure I went to sleep happy as a bee, so I’m really not sure where this came from other than that I’ve heard it’s more common than you would like to think.

Wedding nightmares. I’m sure they’re deeply associated with wedding stresses (even subconscious stress), but I’ve had 4 now and this latest one was the worst!

Here is my latest.

On my wedding day, I realized I didn’t book a hair stylist, makeup artist or videographer and I’d bought not one, but TWO wedding dresses, so I could see what mood I would be in, but hadn’t picked either of them up from my house (in Arkansas) and hadn’t had either of them pressed. Once they magically appeared, they were wrinkly and one of them looked like a pants suit, with big hip puffs. I had decided to let my bridesmaid pick their own dresses and (because I never looked at them) they all looked like scoops of sorbet, met cinderella… and we know that would never happen. They were wearing fluffy quinceanera looking dresses, all in different colors, none of them matching, and all of them with more fine tool than you could find in a Joann Fabric store. My mom hadn’t found a dress, so she was wearing a leather parka. The worst part was that we were getting married in a hotel, and the windows of my “getting ready suite” were facing the ceremony location, where our guests were hours early and everyone could see me freaking out. Then, I got stuck in a elevator with Grant and didn’t know why he wouldn’t look at me… duh. It’s bad luck to see your bride on your wedding day. I also remember that I finally decided to do my own hair/makeup and accidentally grabbed some hair oil instead of hair spray and at 3:30, when the ceremony was supposed to start at 5, I realized that I never told Chaz (our photographer) where we were going to be, what time to be there or WHAT DATE we were getting married.

I woke up needing comfort…. and a stiff drink.

I know that wedding nightmares are supposed to be your internal way of dealing with all of the details and happenings of a wedding in advance, so you don’t actually have a meltdown on your wedding day, but man alive. That one was intense.


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