Poppa Coyote quickly whipped out his new gift and happily played bartender for us.
He then rounded us all up and made a short, but sweet toast:
"To tomorrow, when two families become one."
Now, I am not typically a fan of scotch whisky, but you guys... This shit is GROOD. I mean good... And great. Great and good. It goes down so smooth and then makes ya feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Mmmmm. I initially cringed at the price tag of this baby, but after a glass of it, well, I'm a believer. That is some high quality booze, my friends.
Eventually everyone trickled out and headed home or back to their hotel room. Mr. Coyote was staying at my parents' house for the night and soon headed out as well. It was so strange saying goodbye to him and knowing that the next time I saw him it would be our wedding day! And he would be in a tux! And I would be in my wedding dress! There were too many emotions flying through my head and suddenly, as I hugged him goodnight, I felt my eyes brimming with tears for the second time that night.
I am so, so grateful that my besties spent the night with me because they instantly knew how to keep my nerves (and my tears!) at bay. We cuddled together on the couch, watched bad TV and took turns making Peppermint Patties. (<-- Try this you guys. It's seriously the world's best shot. You will not be disappointed.) Finally, somewhere around midnight, we wandered into the bedroom where we giggled and whispered under the covers as if we were teenagers again, until I quietly drifted off to sleep.
Miss a recap?
- I babble about being married and share our wedding video.
- We finish up some last-minute wedding tasks and I have complete breakdown.
- Pre-wedding jitters set in the day before the wedding.
- We practice getting married and then chow down at our rehearsal dinner.
- I give my father his gift and shed my first tears of the weekend.
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