I apologize in advance, because this is probably the most boring post of the bunch.
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Of course, we didn’t have photography start until noontime-ish, so the morning was decidedly photo-less. But, allow me to bring you back in my time machine to the morning of November 21, which started for me at around 5 in the morning.
It was not that the (amazing!! king size!!) bed was uncomfortable, but I suppose I was just a little too excited to sleep. So, I did what I do whenever I cannot get back to sleep – I take a walk.
Yup, it was still pretty dark out, so I just took the elevator down, then strolled around the pool area and breathed in the quiet stillness of the morning. It was perfect out, probably 70 degrees, no humidity, and this reflective silence filled the air, interrupted every few seconds by the flip-flop of my footwear. I walked around the building, by the pool, then back inside again – just enough to get my blood pumping a little, and make me a little tired.
Returning to the room, I decided a bath might do the trick in getting me a little sleepier. So, I enlisted the help of my good friend, Mr. Bubbles!
So, into the whirlpool tub did I pour the ENTIRE bottle of bubble bath..haha! I always wanted to do that, and whenever would I have a better excuse than “it’s my wedding day?”
I read a magazine and laid back for about 1/2 an hour, then shaved my legs and got into the shower, all clean and bubble-gum smelling then combed my hair and slathered on some of my scented body lotion before drifting back off into a two-hour nap…ahh, relaxation.
Before I knew it, my 8 AM alarm was going off, and Liz was popping her head through the slightly-ajar door, “time to wake up!”
All photos without source credit in the post, (C) me.
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