It all started with a perfect bun.
Frisbee game. The Deprotonators won again. Natalie took pictures, Brooklyn wore that adorable flouncy aqua skirt.
Borrowing Amy's lipstick again. Amy borrowing my eyelash glue.
Dancing. Being okay.
My mom crying.
Lying on the floor during cool down for the matinee performance, being not okay.
Going to Zupas. Eating salad (when do I ever get salad?). No ring at Wilson Diamonds.
Falling apart while writing a thank you note to Lee and Linda. Aaron calling. Me putting myself back together.
"My family wants to take pictures at the temple."
"Are you serious?"
"One thing ends, another begins."
Dave taking pictures. Me wearing sunglasses and smashing my fake eyelashes in funny directions. Wearing my European outfit-Becky's flowered aqua shirt, tucked in, shorts with the skinny brown belt.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Everyone knew except me.
"Guess what?!" in the green room.
Whatever you're celebrating, stop for devotional.
Last show. As close to perfect as it was going to get. A tender mercy. No falls. Nothing shaky.
Shannon grabbing me from the dressing room. A good luck card from the team. Crying again. Ruined eyeliner for the 109234012834 time today.
Safety Dance Glee finale.
So many friends and family. Three bouquets. Me, Becky, and Mom. Crying all over again.
Matching Aaron's green polo.
Not knowing what to feel.
Putting away costumes. Good bye green Kaboom dress. Good bye lindy costume I never wore.
Dairy Queen (= glorified soft serve? Why did I never notice that as a 12 year-old?)
Blizzard. Freezing. Aaron's suitcoat.
Retelling "the story"
I told it different every time. Included the phone call, the Zupas lunch. Left them out.
Is it bad that I can't even remember the rest of that night? Calling Kim, Jody, Alyssa.
I opened the time capsule I made as a MIA maid. I wanted to name my children Madison and Tyler. I wanted my husband to have good sense of style so he could help me decorate our house.
I took out the bun. And fell asleep wearing a ring.