Growing up in an all-girl household with my mom and sister, Meredith, I’m pretty accustomed to all things “girly.” I have come to love all that goes on when the three of us are together. In fact, some of my favorite memories are from our movie nights, which we’ve been doing since I was in my early teens. We usually choose from a select few of our favorite “classics” (First Wives Club, Lemony Snickets, Practical Magic, and Home Alone) and laugh at the funny lines we know are coming. Snacks are always a must—popcorn and Sour Patch Kids—and we usually wear matching pajamas. Because Meredith and I rarely live in Minnesota at the same time (I just moved home after 10 years in New York and she was recently transferred from Minneapolis to Winnipeg), these girls’ nights can usually only take place around the holidays when we are both home. So when my mom asked if we wanted to have one last “hurrah” before my wedding, we both immediately cleared our calendars and prepared for our favorite kind of weekend—a weekend at Angie’s!
I can usually predict how every minute of these weekends will go, and our most recent “Weekend at Angie’s” thankfully proved to be no different. They start with Meredith and me running to our rooms to find matching pajamas (our most recent ensembles were in my wedding colors), followed by us running back to my mom’s room to tell her a million things at the same time. Even though I see or talk to my mom everyday, it is rare that all three of us are together, so we always feel as though we have A LOT to say. Since Meredith is probably the chattiest person I know, I’ve learned to not even try to talk over her.
As our night ran its typical course—Chinese take out, followed by a movie, followed by us jumping into our mom’s bed because we know it annoys her—I became a little emotional. Throughout my wedding planning process, I’ve had a fear that once I become Mrs. Slade, everything in my life will change. Even though I realize the only thing that will really change is my name, I’ve always thought that becoming married qualifies you as a “real adult” and “real adults” don’t have sleepovers with their mom and sister and watch The First Wives Club together in matching PJs. I’m not sure where I got this idea of what a married woman does or doesn’t do, but I’ve decided that these special nights with my beloved mom and sister will never go out of style.
My two favorite ladies
Over the past few months, I’ve been overwhelmed by the love and support that I’ve received from my inner circle. From the words of encouragement provided by my dad, to my mom’s countless hours of planning, I realize that I have a team behind me that is willing to do anything for me and my happiness. To have that—plus the man of my dreams—is all that I could ever wish for or want, and for that I am truly grateful.