4 things that nobody tells you about getting engaged
I’ve been told my entire life — by movies, books, and trashy reality shows — that your wedding is just a magical event. Well, I’ve been engaged a few months now, and I’m ready for my magical moments to start happening. Getting engaged is pretty much like every other adult situation in your life: no one knows what they are doing and literally everyone is faking that they do. So that future generations don’t succumb to the same delusion that I was blissfully in, I’ve compiled a list of things that nobody tells you about getting engaged.
Why is my wedding making everyone ELSE insecure?
As soon as my fiancé and I announced our engagement, there were a number of questions and comments we heard over and over and over again. But I was very surprised to hear this comment repeatedly: “Uh-oh, if you’re having a wedding that means I really have to start changing my body so I can be there!” I’ve done a lot of thinking about why people just attending a wedding feel the need to change their bodies. Understanding their reasons has helped me figure out how to best communicate to my friends and family that I love them just the way they are, and that they shouldn’t feel the need to change for me…
How my fiancé lost his finger tips and our friends saved our wedding
Well, technically my fiance didn’t “lose” anything — both severed finger tips are in the back of our refrigerator. I spent one sleepless night trying to decide how I felt about still having our wedding, knowing that the medical payments are going to be a part of our lives for a long time. But now it feels important, necessary even, in a way that it never really did. Now more than ever, I want to celebrate my relationship with our friends and family. Daniel is the most incredible person I have ever known, and I can’t wait to call him my husband.
It took a camping trip to gain the perspective that saved our wedding
I hear it said that “everyone has pre-wedding jitters” — what ifs and cold feet. But I had a full-on panic. Like, “I woke up crying and told my fiancé that I wanted to cancel the wedding” kind of panic. I came home that same day to a living room full of camping supplies. My fiance said that he had to get me out of here. Too tired to fight it, I allowed myself to be scooped into a car packed with blankets and hot dogs, and driven two hours out into the wilderness. It saved our wedding.