Why I don't really care about my wedding
Yes, there are aspects that my fiancé and I have agreed on with excitement; the entertainment, the hog roast, the tea corner (seriously, every wedding... Read more
My wedding day countdown app on my phone informs me that there are exactly 30 days, 2 hours, and 22 minutes until my wedding. That seems so strange to me. I've been dreaming of my wedding since I was a little girl. I've been excited about marrying my fiancé in particular for several years. I don't know exactly when I decided I was going to marry John, but I don't think it was much longer than six months into our relationship. five and a half years later, it's happening.
I feel like I should be more stressed out and nervous. But we've been engaged for one and a half years, and I've spent some time planning this thing every week, so the vast majority of the work is done. I need to actually receive my dress in the mail and get alterations and decide on my final jewelry and hair accessories. I need to finalize seating arrangements once all our RSVPs are in and finish filling out the escort card beer coasters. John needs to order our wedding rings and the alcohol for the wedding. And that's… basically it.
Though I'm really excited about the wedding itself, I'm incredibly excited for the time beyond the wedding.
What's interesting is that after all that time dreaming and planning, though I'm really excited about the wedding itself, I'm incredibly excited for the time beyond the wedding. I can't wait to introduce John as my husband for the first time. I can't wait to go to Japan with him for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get to all the projects in our house I've been putting off while finishing planning the wedding. In short, I can't wait for the rest of our lives.
I've always had difficulty pinning down my “best” memories or my most “favorite” experiences, as there's so much of my life I love and appreciate that I can never choose just one. However, I have a sneaky feeling that my wedding day won't be the best day of my life.
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Don't get me wrong, it will be a wonderful day, no matter what happens. It realized that I was marrying the right person when I told a bridesmaid that she could literally be so late that she was running down the aisle in the middle of the ceremony and I would still be incredibly happy because I would still be married to John — and I meant it. There were some delays with my dress that had me concerned for a while, but when it seemed like my dress might not get to me on time, I kind of shrugged my shoulders and started looking for white prom dresses online. It would have been fine. All would be well, and all manner of things would be well.
When I'm with John, the details fall away. The very fact that we're not married yet even matters less to me than the fact that we're together, making terrible jokes and continuously building our life on the foundation we laid when we were law students and nervous about the future together. Yes, my Type A personality loves that I handmade the paper roses for our entire bridal party. I can talk all day about how we're going to have a taco bar and dueling piano players and milk and cookies as a late night snack. But together, we are making a marriage, a partnership, and a friendship, and that's a beautiful thing that will last far beyond one event.
And at the end of the day, that's all that matters.
oh yeah, i definitely felt like this too.
I think thats the main thing, its one day in which you publicly declare how you privately feel about each other and its about continuing the commitment you’ve already made to one another .