On July 25th, when The Mister asked me to marry him, the whole wedding thing seemed like it was sooo far away. All of the planning wasn’t really real, because the wedding was sooo far away. Well now it’s only thirty one days away (!!) and the fantasy’s gone and the work has started. No more looking at blogs and magazines for inspiration or to drool over other people’s weddings. Now it’s about getting RSVP cards back, sending out invites for the rehearsal din din, working with my maid of honor (who’s out of state like all of my fam) on the bridal shower, vendor meetings, watching my savings account dwindle…the nuts and bolts of planning a big shindig.
Now I’m just sitting back and hoping that all of that planning will pan out…that folks have a good time, drink lots of beer, shake their collective tails, and eat until their bellies pop. I also hope that I don’t sweat too much, cry too much, or drink too much.
That’s not too much to ask is it? Has your fantasy collided with reality yet?