It’s getting closer. We’re under 3 months and W-day is less than 12 weeks away – that’s almost single digits people!
This weekend I spent some time trying to check off some of those things that I could do at the last minute or I could get them done way in advance and seem like a crazy person who is doing things way in advance. I say try because I really didn’t get very far. Being uber prepared way in advance (even if 12 weeks doesn’t seem like way in advance) just isn’t in my nature. Meh.
But one thing that was checked off the list was getting a w-day outfit for my lovely Grandmother. Nanny, as we call her around these parts, is very excited about the impending day. Based on remarks made here and there for the last 8 years – I’d say she’s been waiting for it likely longer than I have. She’s the only grandparent I’ve ever known and I’m thrilled that she’ll be able to be there. What’s great for her is I’m pretty sure all 10 of her kids will be making the trek East. This will be the first time they have all been together since my youngest aunt got married 17 years ago.
I just asked her what she’s looking forward to the most about W-day and she said, “Seeing the bride” – so sweet, and “seeing my family.” I’m pretty sure the other thing ranking high on her list is the Boy and I will be one step closer to bringing her great-grandchildren on the east side of Canada. (She doesn’t know about the 10 year plan in that department).
Anyway, this weekend Mom and I took her W-day dress shopping. It was something that was high on Mom’s to do list so off we went. We headed off to The Bay and pulled about 4 different outfits for her. She dutifully tried each one on, they looked nice but she clearly wasn’t loving any of them. Then she tried the last one on and we had found “the one.” It was so clearly the one that she suddenly garnered the attention of the entire store. Strangers were coming up to her and telling her how beautiful she looked.
I can’t show you what she’s wearing I can only say she looks amazing, and I told her she is surely going to upstage the bride (generally a W-day faux pas but in this case I’ll make an exception).
She’s going to look like the Queen. After 10 kids, 30 grandkids and 10 great-grandkids I’d say that’s fitting.
Okay, a little teaser.