I want to savour this day, relish this moment, breathe it in and consume it. The very practical part of me, however, has far too much to ponder and fret about: how on earth will we orchestrate the up and down (kneeling) of the Anglican service with the dress. Will the congregation hear a big SNAP! as my strappy-things pop from the DEB carefully hoisting me from the ground?
(Yes, I have very beautiful strappy things on the dress now, not in an attempt to hide or cover my arms, just an elegant alteration. The strappy things are detachable -- for the dance party later!! -- but as such are the source of my terror.)
So, I am gleeful, but panicked. Wish I could be more gleeful. :(
Just sent the DEB a message about the lifting maneuver, and I have worked out some physical resistance moves I can do to assist in keeping the dress in one piece.
I think, as much I am overwhelmed and over-awed by the significance of this moment, I am, at least for the time being most staggered by the theatrical nature of day. I feel my theatre director instinct kicking in, and find myself dwelling on mechanics. I do hope that this will subside and I will just relax and enjoy this day as it happens.
Suddenly, I feel the urge to sleep again. Perhaps I should try?...