Please remind me that there is no need to go crazy over the paper not matching and that it is not the end of the world if one flower is folded crooked. Please remind me that this is a celebration and that I'm supposed to be excited to have fun and not stressed about the details. Please remind me that the wedding photos are still just pictures and 99% of them will be stored away in an album forever anyways, even though everyone says they are all you have left.
I will have more left~ I will have my husband. If I have a hair out of place, or not perfect makeup, it doesn't matter and I'm probably the only one who will notice. No one will see the quartz paper isn't exactly the same as the opal, even though they are both white. No one will remember if there is any decoration on the pews at the church and no one will care if I don't have extra bling on my belly band for the invitation.
Why does it seem like 3 months isn't enough time to find a dress for the rehearsal dinner and have my hair/makeup trial, and learn our first dance?
I am trying to figure out why I've been so anxious about this whole thing and I can't explain it. I've learned after planning Nico's parties that I like planning and personalizing parties to who we are. I guess that's what I want to do with the wedding. I want it to be beautiful and fun and unique, but most of all I want it to be an extension of who we are. Since we are pretty boring (some would say modern, some say lazy) people in general, I guess I need to work on minimizing the excess.
Am I going to be more laid back now that I've realized this? Probably not. But Please remind me of this when I am freaking out.
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