*As a semi-disclaimer, I feel it’s safe to post this because I have not felt this way in quite some time. When I wrote this a few weeks ago, I was feeling a little blue. But knowing quality time with my faves is just around the corner, I have been nothing but ridiculously, can’t-talk-about-anything-else elated.*
In all my excitement surrounding the planning of our big day, I have to admit there are days I get a little bummed. It doesn’t happen too often. Heck, there’s no way it could, between giddy shopping trips for the perfect pair of heels or for a dapper suit for the hubs-to-be, my fun-filled craft projects and, of course, talking over all plans with my main squeeze.
But some days, gosh darn it, I just get down in the dumps. I throw a little pity party about being so far away from all my family and friends. I get sad that I can’t work on crochet patterns or go on shopping excursions with my mom. I feel deprived of requisite friend time – coffee dates and shared glasses over wine – time when I can bubble over with excitement about wedding-day earrings or centerpieces or first-dance songs.
I didn’t get to go shopping for bridesmaid dresses with my bridesmaids. I didn’t get to see my venues before selecting them. I didn’t get to be the one who helped my brother buy his first suit, just for this occasion.
I feel I have missed out on a lot of the family and friends time wedding planning usually brings about. I try to remind myself that my loved ones are with me in spirit and are always just a phone call away. But sometimes, I just miss those shared squeals and hugs and face-to-face conversations.
I’m thrilled to know I’ll be seeing a number of my favorite ladies very soon. And I’m always thankful for late-night phone calls, for Skype dates, text messages and e-mails (there truly are so many ways to stay in touch!). I really am a lucky girl to have such incredible family and friends who mean so much to me scattered all about the country.
And on that more positive note, I declare this pity party officially over. No more sad faces, I promise!
The Frozen Southerner 