Wedding Tactics

On Monday night I sat up late working on some postings for this week, including a Trends on Tuesday post. Alas! I was so tired and consumed with everything else in the world that I mistyped the date to schedule my posting. Seriously folks, I do apologize.

However, this is now Wednesday and Trends on cross my mind on Tuesdays … so you’ll have a bang up Trends entry next week. Okay?

I spent a lot of time this weekend thinking about what I needed to post about in the coming days and weeks. As we get closer, and I do mean, seriously closer! Like, Holy Hell! I’m getting married in twenty-four days! I’ve spent some time reflecting back over the planning process and I have identified areas and times when I wish I had been stronger and more assertive and many times when I shouldn’t haven’t cared at all because, things really do work out in time.

It wasn’t until last weekend when we met with our Rabbi to discuss the procession of our wedding party and the ceremony. We talked about what traditions we wanted to honor and what we wanted recognized and said. It was the most calm I had been in all nine months of planning. I finally felt free to really not care, not just say I didn’t care about what the flowers looked like. The only thing that matters at the end of May 20th is that I get to marry Marc. I honestly don’t care if the tables are ugly or the food is served cold. It matters not to me. If I have guests to whom it does matter, I don’t want to be friends with them. You don’t go to a wedding to give a wedding, for that matter, to impress other people. Save your money! Buy a home!

But seriously, I felt very good to get to this point. All I really have left to do is choose a photo package, which means choosing between spending $2700 and $3500. Eeek! But, do I want 300 or 400 proof shots? Do I NEED 400? Do I need five 5×7 shots or just one 11×14? Ahhh! Decisions! However there really isn’t a “wrong” one.

I still have to write out the timeline for the day of the wedding so that I can stop telling everyone exactly where they need to be and why they need to be at the damn house, dressed at 2:30 in the afternoon.

Somehow I know it will all come together.

Somehow I know it will all work.

Somehow, it doesn’t matter too much, just take pictures, marry me, and eat cake!