Almost to another weekend.
Almost half way through September.
Almost three months until the wedding.
THREE months?
Three months.
The weather has turned cooler, which makes my heart smile. I've been able to run a lot longer in the evenings now that it's not 105 degrees outside. I hope I make twelve miles this week. I'm ready to light all of my fall candles, put my pumpkin decorations up and drink some hot apple cider!
One minute, I can't believe how fast this year is going by and the next I'm wishing it away for cooler weather and warmer clothes. I'm not above admitting what a strange little creature I am:)
All days I can't wait to be married to the love of my life.
All days I wish our wedding was next December so that I can be a fiance and bask in wedding bliss longer.
All days I see how many days it is until our wedding and I get a very noticeable, nervous rash.
All days I'm humbled.
All days I'm excited.
Some days I'm frustrated.
Some days I'm overwhelmed.
Until planning our wedding, I had no idea what all was involved behind the scenes.
Something simple, like sending out invitations to a shower can become problematic. One person says they didn't get theirs - then you worry you've hurt their feelings, why they didn't get it, or who else may not have gotten an invitation that was supposed to.
This one is funny - some people will ask when and where an event of ours may be and as it turns out...we put that information on the invitation which happens to be the most convenient place for the who, what, where and when type of questions one might have regarding an event. Haha!
Before this wedding, I thought of myself as being pretty well mannered. I know how to set a proper table setting, to always stand up straight, and to never talk politics or religion in public. I'm from Mississippi after all, so I was taught from the very best of southern ladies:)
However, my knowledge of all things lady like were of no help to me when I sat down with my caterer and asked if we should buy canned or bottled beer. You would have thought I asked him what color his underwear was. He started laughing - and I, of course did too so that I didn't look like an uncouth bride. Oh and vino? Must be served from a wine glass. Yes, I did ask why it couldn't be served in the clear, plastic, no extra charge, non alcoholic beverage cups. Yes, I did act like that was a funny joke before he could respond because I could see the look of despair in his eyes.
We got our wedding invitation samples in the mail this week. I thought it was nice of the printing lady to send us three copies - just to have some extras for that wedding scrap book I plan to make before our 50th anniversary. I showed them to CJ and he told me he liked one better than the other two. "Well, that's really cute sweetheart, but they're all the same," I thought to myself and probably said aloud. After CJ pointed out their differences and I was proved wrong, we selected the invitation we liked best. The differences were tiny, almost insignificant - even to someone with such high attention to detail like yours truly. Because I over analyze everything, I figure that these invitations will say a lot about us as a couple. You know, things like where we'll settle down, when we'll have children or what our social security numbers are...ok, ok...not exactly, but with the thought I put into choosing one you may be inclined to think that crossed my mind.
Wedding planning certainly is not cut out for everyone. I have laughed. I have cried. I have scared CJ into thinking I was turning into a crazed alien bride. There have been meetings that we have been in and knew from the minute we sat down that we were in over our heads. So, we put war paint on our game faces and came out feeling like we had conquered the world...or at least the floral centerpieces.
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| My favorite movie: Bride Wars Isn't her dress just fabulous? ;) |
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