LANA MASON
I always sort of imagined that I would wake up nervous on my wedding day. Actually, I was always skeptical that I would ever have the guts to even get engaged because of how indecisive I can be. I wasn't sure I would know how someone was the one, and how I was going to be able to agree to spend the rest of my life with them without fear that I was making the wrong choice.
But now, I'm already smiling as I roll over onto my side to check my phone on the nightstand. Harry texted me at 5:18 this morning, and while that early time might cause one to panic, I know that's actually Harry sleeping in.
Harry: Good morning, fiancée
Harry: I hope you slept well and I can't wait to marry you today. You have no idea.
Harry: See you soon
I squeal both hoarsely and excitedly as I drop my phone on the bed and stretch under the puffy duvet. Despite not being a morning person and the fact that I couldn't sleep last night because I was so excited, I feel fantastic and well-rested as I look up at the ceiling. I take in the silence and stillness for a few seconds before checking Mason's monitor to see that he's no longer in his crib. The same second that I pull the duvet back to go and retrieve him from whoever has him, I hear a knock on the door.
"Good morning, Mama," my mom walks in with Mason on her hip.
"Good morning," I wrinkle my nose and smile at Mason as I take him into my arms. "Are you hungry? Was he crying?"
"He was just fussing," she keeps her smile and wanders over to open the curtains to let all the yellow sunshine into my room. "How did you sleep?"
If she wasn't my mom, I would tell her about Harry's little fun edging experiment last night. It kept me up longer than I'd like to admit. "Like a baby."
"Good," she turns with her hands on her hips. "The girls must be on their way over, yeah?"
"Probably," I grab my phone to check the time. We said we'd start getting ready at 9:30 and it's now 9:22.
"How are you feeling about everything?" She sits at the vanity in my room while I get back on the bed to feed Mason.
"It's weird because I was just thinking about how I always thought I'd be a nervous wreck on my wedding day, but I feel so calm-well, no. I feel anxious, but excitedly anxious, not anxious in a bad way."
"Well, I'd say that's pretty good, isn't it?"
"Definitely," I rest my back against the soft leather headboard. "I just never thought I wouldn't have a single doubt, you know what I mean? I thought maybe there'd be a tiny part of me that wondered if I was making the right decision, but there isn't. I've never been so positive about anything in my life."
Her smile softens as she says, "You know what's crazy?"
"Hm?"
"I had this exact same conversation with your mom on her wedding day," she clears her throat and looks up at the ceiling. "Well, it's a good thing I haven't done my makeup yet."
I laugh softly, trying not to get too emotional even though I know that's going to be a pattern for the rest of the day. "Did you?"
"Mhm," she sniffles and quickly swipes under her eyes. "I was doing her hair for her and I asked her if she was nervous, and she had this bright smile when she shook her head and said she was the most sure she had ever been about anything. One of our other friends had gotten married just a month before and she was freaking out about her hair and her makeup and everything there was to freak out about, but your mom was just yelling at everyone to hurry up and get it together because she was so excited to go down and see your dad."
