I feel a little bit like a girl playing a grown up game. Planning my wedding is a little bit like playing dress up. I am talking about throwing the party of my life, mostly at the expense and pain of someone else, I just wear a pretty dress??? Something seems very off about all of this. I am not going to lie, it’s been an intense 10 days of conversation, compromise and negotiation, mixed with squeals, moments of absolute disbelief and surrounded by a humble overwhelmedness that I am getting to marry someone that I feel like I absolutely do not deserve.
We’ve been calling people and asking them if they are free a certain weekend and then asking them to be in the wedding. And by we’ve, I mostly mean I… I am not sure what Justin’s deal is, but he’s kind of running a little slow on it, I am not really sure why, but as people keep telling me. It will all happen and there’s really nothing to worry about.
I can see why couples don’t make it through this. It’s a lot. And we have to take it from such different directions. And we have different paces and different priorities. Not the easiest thing to navigate. I guess that’s the point of this time though. I am sure we’ll be bigger stronger people after all of it…
So that’s your post today from a girl who has spent no less that 20 hours on the phone in the last three days and spent 12 of her hours today with humans under the age of 10. And now I am supposed to play dress up and plan a wedding. Right. I am going to listen to Taylor Swift and practice my awkward dancing.
