Wedding Week Jitters

by V.V. Denman | @vvdenman

I don’t care what they say. Wearing high heels is not like riding a bicycle.

It’s use it, or lose it. And I have not used it in the past ten years. Here I sit. Four days out.

And I haven’t practiced in the heels.

Not only that, but I have a bazillion other things to do. So I hadn’t planned on blogging this week. (Priorities.) Yet as I stood in the shower this morning, the words began bubbling around in my head, and I figured I’d spend a few minutes with you guys after all.

Yesterday I received an email from a blog reader named Chaundel who had stumbled on the Mother-of-the-Bride Blog Series. Bless her heart, she’s four weeks from her daughter’s big day, and googling: Mother of the Bride tips, Lord.

When she realized this was my “week of,” she sent up a prayer for me.

I beg you to do the same. (I’m somewhat of a basket case.)

And please pray for Precious Daughter and Big Boy and the rest. And of course, send one up for Chaundel. She may be four weeks out, but that’s only a smidgen less stressful than four days.

By the way, if any of you plan to be in north Texas Saturday afternoon, come on over to the celebration. Yes, you. Have a slice of pepperoni bread, your choice of the cakes, and a cup of chocolate milk.

I’d love to meet you.

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