Wedding Week: Tuesday

Tuesday was a busy day of starting to wrap up last minute details. In the morning, we went to Staples to print place cards (people kept thinking Gordon and Glo worked there because they happened to be wearing shirts that were the same color!), DSW to buy shoes for Hannah for the wedding, and Michael's for frames for the wedding posters.

We had Noodles & Co for lunch after I called out Glo for acting like a mess.

Pedicures that afternoon for Hannah and me while Glo took a nap.

That evening, we had a temple sealing session scheduled, but it ended up being too much. Ethan and Rebecca were cutting it close coming from Dayton, it would be tight for John coming from work, and Glo had the idea that she wanted to spend some time with her siblings before the wedding, and she wanted to do it in Ann Arbor. So much to Hannah's and my chagrin, we canceled the sealing session and just let it be what it was going to be.

Side note: I tried really hard during this whole experience to LET GO. To be flexible. To not need to control everything. I've discovered that I frequently set a bar of perfection for our family gatherings which is rarely met which leaves me unhappy, so I decided to not have a bar at all. Just take care of the things that I can control and let the other things happen as they will. Turns out, there was some frustration from some of the family members who like me being in control, but it really made for a much nicer experience for me personally.

I can't write about the time in Ann Arbor because I wasn't there, but Glo came home happy.

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