in three months and one week i will be getting married. it has taken a long time to get to this date, but it’s finally here. and i am starting to get some of the mini-panic. the “oh crap, what have i forgotten.” i am sure this will continue and there is really nothing i can do about it. just ride it out…
i keep being told to remember it’s my day. do what i want. don’t listen to anyone else.
but let’s be real – the marriage is mine. that is going to be ours and no one else can direct us what to do and how to be.
but, the wedding … this big party … it will be fun, for sure. but it’s for everyone. it provides a welcome opportunity for family to get together when we don’t see each other nearly often enough. it provides a chance for friends to get dressed up and have some drinks and eat some great food and be an absolute goof on the dance floor. and it’s a really big deal for my dad.
there are a few things i probably wouldn’t have chosen to do (like, the church, serve pasta, guest list size). but it’s made my dad happy. and that means a whole lot more to me than pulling any sort of hissy fit about it being my day.
i can’t imagine any sort of hissy fit. my heart is filled with so much gratitude to everyone for everything they have shared. there is absolutely no room for me to freak out about anything.
so family, friends – you get the wedding.
just leave us alone to be married.
this month’s wedding mission – find yellow shoes.