So as I am sure most women do, after the stress of the planning wears off, after your final dress fitting, after your vendors are all paid off. It sinks in that you're growing up, you are no longer just you. I am becoming a wife, I am becoming a pair. So I thought in HONOR of becoming a Mrs. I would pay final tribute to my Miss. self. This is not a sappy "goodbye" post to my single self, this is a celebration of my life leading me up to meeting Mr. Perfect, and taking his last name which fits so perfectly in to mine.
I was brought in to this world at the day breaking hour of 12:45 am. My wonderful mother (bless her little heart) was in gut wrenching pain for 17 HOURS to bring me in to this world. I love her for that every second of every day.
I was a little rascal from the day I could talk. I ran my house and everyone in it. Not in a bossy way, I was just cute so everyone listened. (I would later use this to my advantage during my high school years)
|Prom Queen wannabes behind me trying to steal my thunda..|
I was and always will be Daddy's favorite girl (probably because I am his only and because I am awesome), we have a great bond and incredible friendship. I love this guy to pieces
I was always the "sticker upper" I hated when the odd ones got left out. I would always ask them to play with me, or tell the mean kids to back off, I've never been afraid to put up my "guns".
From the moment I hit elementary school I was a man eater. I loved boys, I always hung with the "tough" crowd on the playground. Don't get me wrong I got some great girly friends who I adore, but I've always been "one of the boys". Look at the dress with the mini Timberland boots. I was a girly girl with the right touch of tomboy. Eat your heart out Kindergarten fellas.
In middle school I was the first girl to grow boobs so that gave me the pick of the litter in the dude pool. Little scoundrels, plus I was a balla so they all wanted to roll with me.
|I am the lady hooper on the 2nd from the right. Reppin #42|
High School, I was a hot mess. I wore the crap out of Hollister, pranced around with my coach bags, and worked my little butt off at a small local coffee shop. I was a go getter kinda girl.I had a passion for life, and I loved living free. Growing up with very dis-concerned parents and the "make your own choices" outlook on parenting they allowed me to have a open outlook on life, and I took pride in that. I had great grades, worked hard, and strived to make them proud.
|The wannabe playboy bunny in the middle, yeah, that would be me.|
Once my feet touched the ground I was a mover and a shaker.
|1st dance recital; dominated Red Robin.|
You throw me a beat now a days, and not much has changed. I jam out like there is no tomorrow, and like the music ain't eva gonna stop. Watch this video if you dare. Keep in mind I was a sophomore in high school and really had no care in the world...and that crazy girl with me? Yeah were still best friends (probably because no one else wants to hang out with us) She is also a bridesmaid in my upcoming nuptials, I can't guarantee we won't break out some of these dance moves at the reception...
Like I said this isn't a sad, pity part. It's not like this girl is gone forever. It's just the end of the chapter in her story. The Miss in me is saying goodbye, but I am sure she'll pop out here and there, When I am out on girls nights, or when a good tune comes on.
Now on to the Mrs. story...
I am sure she'll be just as big as a hot mess, pain in the ass as the Miss was.