Mrs. Jolley

I couldn't be anymore happier to take Brandon's last name. I'm gonna start working on our family blog, but for now, I thought I'd give you an update on the wedding.

The night before, I was a big mess. It was blizzarding outside, I was overwhelmed and just wanted to go to bed. We had been running all day, and my bridesmaids were pissing me off (oh how I love them.) They were grumpy. I was grumpy. It just wasn't a good mixture. We got most of the things accomplished and my oh so amazing family came in and put the centerpieces together while I just broke down and needed an anxiety pill to calm down. (Please note I have NEVER before taken one.) I just went into the room with Brandon and cried and cried and cried. Hyperventilated. Once my head hit the pillow at 2 am, I was out like a light. THANK GOODNESS.

The morning of my wedding was so much better. (Except for the fact that there was still a blizzard outside.) The lady who did my hair did a FANTASTIC job. (If you're ever in Logan and want your hair done, let me know ;) I was stressing out trying to get the girls ready, but I was finally calmed down. I got the girls out the door in order to help set up for the luncheon, and my mom was not ready to go when we needed to leave. She told me she was "dealing with something." I heard her ask my step-mother-in-law if she brought the fake flowers, and my stomach turned. I asked her what happened and she refused to tell me.

Little background about my florist. I don't LIVE in Logan, but I still managed to go in PERSONALLY 3 different times to makes sure EVERYTHING was right. My flowers were the ONE thing I needed to be the way I wanted just because they are in your pictures. They are with you forever. I emailed her constantly, but it took her forever to respond. I emailed her 3 weeks before the wedding and asked if we had a contract on file. The DAY BEFORE my wedding, she emails back and says "we don't but your dad has paid for all the flowers." BIG weight lifted.... or so I thought. My invoice had April 9, 2011 on it as the pick up date.

My mom finally decided that it would be better to tell me now, whether then me find out later. "Stupid Sarah wrote down the 19th, instead of the 9th." If I had never had a panic attack, that was my first. I ran out of the hotel room, threw my bag, hit a door, and ran into my room, opened the window and began LITERALLY hyperventilating. I did this THE WHOLE way to the temple. How do you forget flowers? HOW!?!

Well, I took a deep breath and went in to be sealed for time and eternity to the love of my life. (AFTER my dad requested to see me and I had one more breakdown. You never know how hard it is to leave your father out of such an amazing part of your life. I was okay with it, until then. I was sobbing, and everyone around me including temple workers were crying. I was so grateful for my dad's support in it all. Although I had to leave him there, he gave me a necklace to represent him that I wore, and he got the opportunity to talk to the temple president and get any questions answered.) You can't walk into the temple upset. I had forgotten the flowers. I had forgotten about the fact that there was a blizzard outside. I had forgotten everything that stressed me out, or upset me. It was just me, Brandon, my family, and the Lord. We had a beautiful sealing ceremony. I really felt the love both Brandon and the Lord had for me.

I came out with the BIGGEST smile on my face. My family was all there. The rest of the day was perfect. (I had flowers, but they SUCKED because they had to put them together in an hour, and they didn't have the right flowers) My luncheon was AMAZING. (Thanks to the Iron Gate Grill.) My bridesmaids and family did amazing at decorating. President Middleton did perfect. It was all perfect. My photographers are something else. I was a bit worried, and even though we have to go back so that we can get couples pictures where you can actually see us, everything else turned out great. They got some amazing pictures of the luncheon, ring ceremony, and even good family shots. My videographer was so great to work with. And I'm now sealed to the best guy known to man.

Our apartment is almost unpacked completely. Looks great. I love being with Brandon. I love waking up next to him. I just love him. Period.

Eyes, Hands, Feet, Ears

That's how many days I have. 2. Two. Dos. However you say it, that means I just need to sleep a few more times, and then my life takes a sudden change.

This last week has been terrifying, scary and stressful. You seriously can't even imagine. Add finals (when professors don't cooperate or actually act like professors), white glove when your roommate is a filthy pig who hasn't even taken out the trash once all semester, no income because your fiance's manager got all butt hurt about a miscommunication, and just... stressing out about the wedding. It's hell. I'm not even kidding you. I've done fine up until this last week. I was really sick, really tense, and just all around pissy. (I still am super pissy, so don't piss me off. I might bite your head off.) In reality, I'm very happy about marrying Brandon and the only thing that has made me happy all week is him. Poor kid is stressed out too. We're just ready to start this and leave all this planning in the past.

Needless to say, planning has not been fun for me. I didn't enjoy planning this wedding, and I still don't enjoy having to plan open houses. I hate spending money (even if it's my parents money) and I just don't care what they look like anymore. Sad right? I just want to get married, be with Brandon for eternity, do my intership, and move on with my life. This whole "you have so and so many days to be married" crap is getting old. I just want it to be over with. In the end, it's about us. I'm hoping no one will be disappointed, but I guess I really don't care.

Plus, this whole week, I've ate out almost every meal because my dishes are all packed up, and I've gained a lot more weight then I've wanted to. Doesn't do a lot for my self esteem. I didn't get the opportunity to go to the temple since my endowments either. My step mother in law still has all my stuff and I've been doing nothing but being busy for a few weeks.

I had professors that didn't email me back (great professors eh?) a manager who gave my fiance a run around for 3 weeks just to tell him even though he's "extremely highly qualified" he hired someone else, a roommate who I CANNOT stand, and finals that were extremely stressful.

But, that's all over now. I leave for Logan tomorrow, and it'll be the greatest thing ever to be there. Stress is going to escalate, and I'll break down, but at least I'll be away from here for a little while and Saturday, I'll be kneeling across the alter from Brandon, happy and calm. Loving everything about him like I always do.

We're going to be having a blog as a couple. I'll let you know when that gets up and running. It should here in the next couple days.

Wish me luck guys. :) Pray for my stress to lessen as well. Ta Ta for now! Next time I'll be back I'll be Mrs. Brandon Jolley.

Love you guys.