Wedding.
May 12, 2008
I missed posting over the weekend because one of my best friends got married on Saturday. I flew up to see her on Thursday, so that we could spend the day together getting much needed massages and pedicures.
While I was there, I started thinking back to my own wedding two years ago. Those last few weeks before the big day were a roller coaster ride of emotions. Excitement, stress, happiness, exhaustion…sheer panic. The planning, the details, the dress, the guest list, the invitations, the money, the MADNESS.
Seeing my friend in a total frenzy got me wondering…whose f*#king idea was it to have the bride plan her own wedding? Obviously, that person was either smoking the crack or sipping the crazy juice.
Sure, sure, if you’ve got a million dollars in your pocket, you’re having a million dollar wedding planned by a million dollar wedding coordinator. And, of course, if you’ve got a mother who’s a detail person, she might take control of the situation (FYI, my mom brought six outfits with her when she visited for Easter Sunday because she couldn’t decide which one to wear to church…table linens, flower arrangements, and invitation fonts would have put her over the edge). I’d even venture a guess on certain husbands grabbing the wedding reins, but I think I’d put a bigger wager on husbands just barely making it to the church on time.
Bottom line, it all boils down to the bride. If I had a penny for every bride who said, “I can’t wait for the day to be over,” I’d be sitting on a beach sipping pina coladas, instead of sitting at my kitchen counter typing on the computer.
Luckily, 99% of the time that day does come, and all of the stress, and the panic, and the exhaustion suddenly disappears. Something magical takes over. Brides are transformed. They float on air that day. They fill a room with happiness. They speak with their eyes.
And that is how I spent my Saturday. In the glow of a beautiful bride.
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