What do all the Sparkles and Flowers actually add up to?
I’m planning a wedding. Some of my very dear friends are planning weddings as well, (or at least vicariously 😉 ) which makes for plenty of moral support, giggling, squealing and communal sighing over dresses, candles and various sparkly items.
Today I had lunch with a good friend, who is feverishly planning her wedding… that is TWO WEEKS AWAY. The thought of being only two weeks away plunges me into a pit of despair that it will never all get done, and the euphoric bliss that getting married is actually going to happen, we’re really going to dance the night away and a wonderful man actually loves me and wants to be with me forever.
Which brings me to my point. Us girls, even us tomboys, put a teensy bit too much pressure on ourselves to have these awesome, creative weddings, with everything perfect and all of our friends and family there and awesome family heirlooms and traditions and every cute little lovey thing we ever secretly liked and tucked away in our psyche for someday when it’s “our turn”.
Which is all fine. Far be it from me to crash everybody’s perfect wedding hopes and say that dreams aren’t worth it. But as we chase those dreams, let’s not leave our groom – and the whole point of this in the first place – behind.
Adam has a surprising number of opinions about our wedding. He is ALL man, and I kind of expected him to say “sure, babe” and let me do whatever I pleased. But he didn’t, and doesn’t, and wants to be involved and has opinions and lets me blab on about it as long as I like – and I LOVE IT. I love that this beautiful day is a reflection of us, from the taco bar to the cowboy boots to the park overlooking Dana Point Harbor, and even though we are a weird mix of cowgirl/beach bum/Texan/Oregonian/surfer/kayaker/horse lover/writer/Californian/mexican food loving/Lost watching/outdoorsy… and we’re not even sure how that all jives into one day. And it probably doesn’t, but we love trying to make our day as much like us as possible, and celebrating the fact that we want to spend the next 80-odd years together.
Because it’s not about how centered the centerpieces are, or how cutesy the place cards turned out. It’s about a lifetime, celebrated and embarked upon in one day, and lived out forever.
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