Now I understand. I’ve been a bridesmaid more times than I care to count (wait….seafoam lace, purple with flowers, red satin, lilac with pearls, and a tropical sarong…um, 5) and have always been amazed at the obvious stress the planning and preparing places on the bride. I always thought that when my day came, it would be different. I would be different. I love details, I love planning, I love sewing tafetta dresses…surely this wedding planning stuff would be a delight to me…. and now that my day is on it’s way…I’m finding myself sighing and checking my watch and generally feeling like every bride I’ve ever come into contact with: a little stressed. I want things to go just right. I want everyone to feel included and needed, and I want to make sure that I don’t shortchange myself because I am only getting married once. (those of you that know me will laugh at this: I actually considered buying a dress with a big poofy skirt and wearing a tiara and veil just because..well…this is really the only time that I can…)
so….I get it now. I understand the sighed, “next time I get married, I’m eloping”, and the exasperated, “I just want to be at the end of the reception already”…because this is a lot of work, and it is a little bit of feeling like the world has stopped, with raindrops suspended in the air, and taxis in mid-honk, so that everyone can watch you. I will be oh-so-grateful to enjoy the fruits of this labor…. (which I’m hoping will be lots lots of eckses and ohs (real ones this time!) from my boyfriend-fiancee-ish-type-person). He arrives in slightly over two weeks. Please prepare yourselves for hearing about that everyday, I am rather anxious to have him near me.

loves!
laura. =)

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