This Kind of Love: A little help from our friends

We had the most amazing bridal party in the world. My bridesmaids were my two sisters and two best friends from college. Zac had his brother, two best friends from college, and his cousin. They were so supportive for the whole planning process, and were a blast during our wedding weekend. We are so grateful to have such great friends!!

Handsome guys

My favorite girls

I just love this picture!!

Our friends got us through a scary time the morning of our wedding. Through a miscommunication, the bag containing our rings, Zac's tie, his cuff links and his socks went missing over night. When they realized they couldn't find it the next morning, everyone went into panic mode, which could also be described as "whisper quietly and don't let the bride find out what's going on mode."

When they thought they weren't going to find it and had totally given up hope (as in, my brother-in-law went to the mall to see if he could get me a temporary replacement ring), my mom approached me as we were getting ready and this conversation happened:

Mom: "So, today at the wedding, you're going to have a different ring, but it isn't a big deal."

Me: "What are you talking about?"

Mom: "Well the bag is gone, but it's not a big deal, so you're going to get another ring, which is fun, and then we'll find it and everything will be fine."

Me: "Mom. What are you talking about?"

Mom: "Someone stole your wedding ring."

This led to me having a slight melt down, mostly because I wasn't sure if my wedding band was insured, or just my engagement ring, and because my fingers are freakishly small and you can't just get a size 5 ring from the store at the mall.

We were trying to figure out alternative plans, and my sweet hairdresser even offered to let me get married wearing her grandmother's ring, which fit my finger, when Zac called me. Because they found the rings. Someone had turned them in to the front desk an hour before we were supposed to leave the hotel. Call it fate, call it karma - call it whatever you will - but the biggest disaster of our lives went away as quickly as it started.

I was probably the least worried about it of anyone, since so much of it was kept from me that day. Thankfully, all we're left with is a good story to tell (that has a happy ending) and something that I can tease my brother-in-law about. All's well that ends well!