It’s funny no one really talks about the night before your wedding. Yes, helpful aunties and millions of previous brides told me “you need your beauty sleep,” but what really happens the night before isn’t always sleep. To be honest I don’t have a word for it.
Hosting “out-of-towners” meant it was a free for all; find a mattress anywhere available and claim it before someone else does! I claimed the one in my parents’ bedroom that night. It was the last night I would be just their daughter with no other role to play in life *cue the emotions.* Also my sisters and cousins were in my room prepping Mr. Fiance’s doom (doli games) so if I wanted sleep it would have to be elsewhere.
I laid, my last night as a single woman with my mind was racing. The dialogue went something like this…
- OMG I should totally do a blog post about the night before the wedding (literally started mind-writing that moment onward)
- I have such fabulous vendors, I’m so happy I don’t feel stressed at all and I can’t wait to see them… but wait if I’m not stressed then why am I not sleeping?! Should I be stressed?! ERR…
- I hope Mr. Fiancé is not going to be too hungover tomorrow.
- I wonder what he is doing right now?
- What are the girls (my sisters and cousins) doing in the other room?
- Why is my mom not sleeping yet, she needs her beauty sleep too, where is she?!
- I feel like I’m missing something or someone… but who?
- God, I can’t wait to see all the stationery. Please tell me it turned out perfect…
- Wait, will I see the stationery?!! Of course I will see the stationery… it’s going to be everywhere and the wedding planner will save it for me. Right!?
- Ok, sleep woman why are you not sleeping???
These thoughts were circling my mind the whole night. Then my parents finally came into the room (THANK YOU for turning on all the lights – ouch). They gave me a hug, we had a quick talk and then told me to sleep!
OK so I’m ready now, no more thoughts racing just sleep…
Nope, not yet, once my dad stopped snoring, my mom decided to for the first time in her life to join the snoring symphony. I wasn’t annoyed though. I had this odd feeling. I kept thinking I should go downstairs and sleep. So eventually after much thought I snuck out of the room, and slept on my couch alone.
Yes you read right – the couch. I’m not sure what time it was but I know it was late. My sisters came down and offered the room but I was way too comfortable. I wanted to stay here and honestly felt like coming down there all night. So they crept back upstairs while I laid comfortably.
I’m not sure why this felt so right but I kept thinking about my grandmother who was no longer with us. I missed her a lot throughout my wedding. See, she would always sit on this couch – it was her seat and everyday routine and for some reason I just felt warm being there, thinking of her hugs. This is exactly what I had been seeking all night. No more thoughts racing through my head. I felt like she was there with me, which may sound cliche, but it’s exactly how I felt. I’m not sure if I even slept that night, but I know I woke up very relaxed, calm and ready to get married even though it was 4 am.