Ray and I have been engaged since Christmas 2010. I've spent two years trying to figure out how to plan the wedding of my dreams. I am no closer to having the Cinderella wedding now than I was two years ago. And, believe me, if, in the last two years, I could have figured out how to put aside enough money, I would be throwing about $10,000 at this one fancy joint that does everything for you, but find your clothes, and call it a day. Alas, it is 2013, that money is not there. So what is a girl to do? Well, I have two options...
(1) Attempt to win this wedding giveaway that they are having at the Norfolk Botanical Gardens, which is GORGEOUS, and includes everything, but the wedding bands (and a few other things), hope like hell we win, and have a large wedding, with all the fixings.
(2) Make a contingency plan, in case we don't win, that involves the simplest of simple plans. Simply put, let's plan this sh!t and get married. Woot!
It's not easy. If we don't win the giveaway, we're looking at a budget of about
Ok, so, fast forward 3 months...I'm getting married this Saturday. Hard to believe, considering when you see what I was writing above, sounds like a girl who was more likely to sit on her ass and eat cookies than she was to plan a wedding, managed to plan a wedding in 3 months time. 3 months. I'm so excited. And, nervous. And, sadly, I'm not one of those girls who gets nervous and then can't eat. Nope, I'm an emotional eater. I devour my feelings. But, I'm watching myself this week especially. I'm 5 days away from finally getting married. It's been rough sometimes, and there were a few points when I wasn't entirely sure we were going to pull it off, and a couple points when I thought we were going to elope, but we've made it. Dress is picked, Ray is wearing a tux, Eli has a cute suit, I've even got an actual photographer! Is it the wedding of my dreams? No. But, it's better than a dream. It's a reality. It's imperfect, and messy, and involves a lot of do it yourself crap. That's ok. I'm more hands on anyhow. I'm kind of a control freak. I act like I'm not, but for something like this, I pretty much want full control over decorations, the cake, my dress, how we're going to pull things off. I know. I sound crazy. I am, a little bit anyways. I'm less than 24 hours from being off for a week and a half. I'm less than 4 days away from being married. In some ways, it feels like getting married is going to be accomplishing something an adult is supposed to do. Sounds dumb, right? I know! But, it's how I feel.
Just gotta get through the next few days! I'm really excited! I swear!
