Holy wedding planning, batman! Now that we’ve enjoyed all of six days of engaged-ness (betrothedom?), I have plunged with reckless abandon into the abyss that is wedding planning. Who am I kidding — we got engaged on Saturday, I started planning on Sunday. …Or maybe I’ve been doing a teensy bit of planning for, oh, the last six months or so. (I’m a girl! In love with a boy! What do you expect?!)
Though, yes, I had made some important decisions already. (IE: It was a no-brainer who I wanted to stand beside me on my special day.), I definitely had no idea just how overwhelming real-deal, ring-on-the-finger, you-have-to-set-a-wedding-date-now wedding planning can be!
It’s amazing to me that so much has to go into planning something so simple: marrying my best friend. I mean, I guess it doesn’t have to be that way. We could elope. Or we could just invite our parents to join us in a dust-covered room at city hall. Or we could opt not to have a bridal party, not send out invitations and just hope everyone shows up at the right place at the right time, and I could forgo the painstaking process of picking out a dress and, in turn, forgo my one chance to wear the most beautiful white dress ever. Not one of those sounds like an option to me.
We love our friends and family, and we relish in the thought of them taking part in our day. We love each other a whole heck of a lot and, perhaps selfishly, think we deserve a day that’s all about us. And, who am I kidding, I want nothing more than to play dress up and walk down an aisle and proclaim my love to my husband-to-be.
The bridesmaid dresses, the color combinations, the invitations, the save-the-dates, setting a date to put on the save-the-dates!, taking pictures, thinking about reception food — it’s all completely and utterly overwhelming. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The Frozen Southerner 