When my mom arrived on Monday, she asked me all sorts of questions about the wedding. I knew that I should have answers to at least some of these questions already, but I didn’t. I left her with a lot of blanks to be filled in shortly, so that when I took the day off work on Friday we could deal with some preliminary logistics.
Bridezilla I am not. Our wedding day, though magnificent I am sure, will be a day, not the judgment on the rest of our lives together. The world will not implode when (not if) we have to compromise on some of the details. As a result of all this realism, I found myself at a planning loss. I couldn’t visualize anything specific that would help to kick my planning mode in gear.
So there we were in Britex, looking for colors for my wedding gown — “just colors,” Mom said, not pressuring me one bit — and before I knew it a salesperson had yanked out two fabrics, put one on top of another, and my eyes filled with tears.
It finally hit me, the full force of it, right there in Britex. We’re getting married! And some switch just flipped, so look out: here comes Ultra-Planning-Mode ‘Sted.
Administrative note: I have created a “wedding” category for these posts so you can safely ignore them, or ignore everything else, depending on your preference.