After college, I moved back in with my parents for a year. And during that time, I couldn’t wait to find my own apartment and move out. I was dreaming of the day when I had the keys to a place of my own. The day that Jim would move to Pittsburgh and we’d cook dinners together in the kitchen and hang our pictures on the wall and make friends with the upstairs neighbors.
We found that apartment, but it was mostly me cooking dinners and we didn’t make friends with any neighbors.
We’d lived in the apartment for almost two years and then we started thinking about a house of our own. We watched HGTV obsessively and dreamed of space to entertain, quartz countertops, a guest bedroom, and most of all, a garage.
We bought that house, and we ended up with everything on our wish list and more.
Once we moved into the house, it was time to focus on the wedding. I dreamed of candlelit centerpieces and silver sashes around white chair covers and the perfect photo of a last kiss as the sun set over the country club.
We planned the most fantastic wedding, complete with wine bottle centerpieces, wine cork place cards, and a summer sunset as our guests danced and drank the night away.
So now we’re married, we live in our beautiful house, we cook our dinners together, we’re planning to someday hang the pictures on the walls, we’ve had friends over to stay in our guest bedroom and we hosted a small 4th of July get-together in our backyard.
We’ve gotten everything we’ve ever wanted. So what’s next? Continue reading
My wedding is 123 days away.
Recently, I’ve been thinking about how I could possibly describe in words the experience that is wedding planning.
I love planning my wedding. I have been officially planning my wedding for 339 days and unofficially planning it my whole life. I couldn’t wait to do all the wedding things and then write about it. I thought that I would document every little detail and write witty stories about how going to the bridal salon was actually exactly like Kleinfeld’s on TLC’s Say Yes to the Dress. I thought I would do all the research on wedding photographers, meet with a bunch of them, ask them all the questions, and then write up a list of everything I learned about how to hire the best one. I thought I would give the step by step instructions for my DIY centerpieces complete with pictures and asides about the mistakes I made so that you don’t make them when it’s your turn. Yes, I actually thought this hard about it.
But then the real wedding planning began. And you know what? I didn’t want to tell everyone all the details. Continue reading
A couple weeks after Jim and I got engaged, I went to my parents’ house and asked my mom about her wedding.
I’ve heard the story, I’ve seen the video, I’ve even tried on the dress. But I hadn’t ever really asked about the wedding. Naturally, now that I’m engaged, I wanted to know all the details. I was curious about the planning process. I wanted to know what it was like for her to to get ready on the big day. I wanted to know who her bridesmaids were and how she picked their dresses and whether her mom helped her plan everything.
We put in the video she had of the wedding. It was video from a time when having a videographer at a wedding was new and exciting, albeit bulky and slightly intrusive. My mom had the old VHS tape made into a DVD, seeing as VCR’s are going extinct. Maybe it will last another year before we need to convert it again to some new technology, but it works for now. Continue reading