…because the tuxedoes aren’t here. That was the first thing. And did the company bother calling us to let us know? Nah. We get to find that out at 4:00 this afternoon. (Rehersal is at 5:00, dinner 6:00…and then it’s off to shop for something decent for the guys to wear.)

I must say I didn’t handle this news very graciously.

And then…worse than that…my sister, matron-of-honor that she is….doesn’t show up for rehersal. She’s notorious for being late, but this is my wedding rehersal….

Come to find out she’s been in a car wreck. A work truck was on the road ahead of her and a roll of orange tape flew out of his truck and hit her truck. It got all tangled up in the windsheild wipers and she couldn’t see …so she ran into a ditch….

She’s okay, thank goodness. And her two youngest boys that were with her are fine too. Such a blessing. But the truck is a bit messed up.

And my Shiloh flower girl is feeling much better! Yay! Such a relief!

I keep having to remind myself that all this is about a marriage and not a wedding. That it doesn’t matter what the guys wear, it matters that I’m getting married to the man I love…

Oh but they would have looked so great in tuxedoes!