A year ago I was counting the hours and control freak which I spent every moment before the big day to make sure everything was as I had always wanted. Though I woke up early, had prepared the tables for refreshments in the basement and had decorated the gate of the house of white flakes, remember that I had actually realized that my wedding day had arrived only when I entered the house after spending the morning to the hairdresser and I found lots of flowers and plants all for me, accompanied by a large number of greeting cards. The smell in the hall of my house was very intense and I were thrilled.
From that moment all property had begun to run fast: cold rice for lunch at the table with dad, mom, Chicco and Martina, a shower with a towel on his head not to wet the curlers and the phone call to Paul to tell him that I was upset. In less than no time had already reached the beautician to wear makeup, then the hairdresser and many friends I had not seen for a long time and who were there for me.
I remember that I had not had much time to chat with the people I had invited to a luncheon before the ceremony, and just after a few shots I was already stolen got in the car with the popes and Bean to make the 300 meters separating my house from the church. Then I remember that the gate of the house was locked, and that while the bells were already ringing Bean had gone to return power. In the car I was frantic: almost could not breathe, the veil clung to the lip gloss, I could not hear the words of my father and my brother.
I remember that when the machine had arrived in front of the church and Paul was coming toward me with bouquet in hand to open the door, all eyes were on me but I could not feel their weight: I was so focused and excited!
Remember that when you opened the door there was a big round of applause and as I came down with my 10 layers of tulle and lace, greeted all the people who were watching me. I’ve never heard of any wedding in which I was the bride who greeted people outside the church and I always wondered why.
If I could I would stop a lot of time to thank everyone for being there at that time so important to me. But I did not because I could not: I only saw my Pauline was beautiful and was waiting for me.