A “wedding” and “getting married” are totally separate things
Steve Martin said in the 1991 movie, Father of the Bride that a wedding once was a guy “buying a ring” and a girl “buying a dress” …
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to get married. By the way this is wholly separate from being married.
Being married is a commitment, a partnership, with any luck, for life; someone to be with you when you are experiencing the best life can offer; and also someone to be with you when you feel that the world has taken a crap on your head. It’s about love and respect, partnership, family, and occasionally wanting to throw the other person off the roof of your new overpriced townhouse.
Getting married is an event. At times it is a monstrosity that takes on a life of its own. A wedding becomes an occasion, not just a party for which invitations are sent. It has the power to solicit angst, anxiety, yelling, intense periods of crying and tearing up at the mere mention of a dance with your dear Dad, deep periods of soul searching and usually, diahrrea.
I got engaged to a wonderful man, Marc, on July 19, 2006. We chose the ring together, it was a simple, at-home proposal, something that fit us perfectly. We shopped for the ring for a few weeks. I cried when he wanted to look for “a better deal on such a big investment�. After he put the ring on my finger, I dutifully made him dinner and thus began my epic saga journey of… going to the chapel temple.
Thanks to TheKnot.com for keeping track of all the things I need to do, and quite frankly, have not done, I am 151 days away from my wedding day. Exactly five months from today! Yipee!
I welcome you to follow me on this journey.
And I do recommend wearing your seatbelt at all times, as some turbulence is expected.






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