overwhelmed
People who said planning a wedding in four months isn't easy definitely weren't lying. But what people won't tell you, is that it may be the most overwhelming four months of your short life.
If I had to describe the season of engagement and wedding planning in one word, it would be: overwhelmed.
They don't tell you that you will be come overwhelmed by the never ending to do list. By your "budget" that goes completely out the window as soon as you start to spend any money at all. They don't tell you that the simplest of decisions will become emotionally charged and nearly impossible to make.
That I would cry twice in one day about not having enough money to feed our wedding guests.
That I would cry a lot about a lot of different things.
That people you love ask about your wedding and when you say, "we want to keep it simple"- they act like you are committing nuptial crime. (Apparently my relatives don't like simple things)
That stress would radiate through my head and my stomach and would wreck my sleeping patterns. A few weeks ago I experienced stomach pain like never before, and convinced myself I was in fact- dying. The internet told me it was a magnesium deficiency- but I'm sure it was stress.
That working full time and trying to plan a wedding simultaneously is incredibly difficult.
That you will play phone tag for weeks with the caterer before you finally get a hold of each other. And she will call while you are on your way to have dinner for your birthday- and it's the one day you promised your fiance you wouldn't talk about anything wedding related. So alas- no progress is made.
Overwhelmed by what you see, and overcome by the lies that tell you that you need to look less like yourself and more like brides you see on Instagram or those that model for Monique Luhuillier- because that is what a bride looks like.
People also didn't tell me how much grace I would experience during this process.
That when I asked my handsome fiance to make one phone call to aide in the wedding planning process- he made four and it nearly brought me to tears.
That he would step up to tackle big wedding things that I did not feel equipped to do, and to do them with excellence.
That he would build me a coffee table for my birthday (per my request for household gift) that would bring me to tears. And that in the process of planning a wedding, we would be overcome with excitement about a life together- even the simplest things- like a coffee table.
That my employer would allow me to take nearly two weeks of time off to get married and take a trip- even though I have only worked there for eight months and have not earned any vacation time.
That friends and friends-of-friends would pitch in and gift us things we didn't deserve.
That after giving my great-grandfather his wedding invite, he would quietly remark, "it's a really wonderful thing to grow old with someone." His simple words were enough to erase all kinds of tension and stress. A sweet reminder why we are getting married in the first place.
So here it is- all my confusion and my feelings of inadequacies and yet this incredible grace I have received in the process.
If I had to describe the season of engagement and wedding planning in one word, it would be: overwhelmed.
That I would cry twice in one day about not having enough money to feed our wedding guests.
That I would cry a lot about a lot of different things.
That people you love ask about your wedding and when you say, "we want to keep it simple"- they act like you are committing nuptial crime. (Apparently my relatives don't like simple things)
That stress would radiate through my head and my stomach and would wreck my sleeping patterns. A few weeks ago I experienced stomach pain like never before, and convinced myself I was in fact- dying. The internet told me it was a magnesium deficiency- but I'm sure it was stress.
That working full time and trying to plan a wedding simultaneously is incredibly difficult.
That you will play phone tag for weeks with the caterer before you finally get a hold of each other. And she will call while you are on your way to have dinner for your birthday- and it's the one day you promised your fiance you wouldn't talk about anything wedding related. So alas- no progress is made.
Overwhelmed by what you see, and overcome by the lies that tell you that you need to look less like yourself and more like brides you see on Instagram or those that model for Monique Luhuillier- because that is what a bride looks like.
People also didn't tell me how much grace I would experience during this process.
That when I asked my handsome fiance to make one phone call to aide in the wedding planning process- he made four and it nearly brought me to tears.
That he would step up to tackle big wedding things that I did not feel equipped to do, and to do them with excellence.
That he would build me a coffee table for my birthday (per my request for household gift) that would bring me to tears. And that in the process of planning a wedding, we would be overcome with excitement about a life together- even the simplest things- like a coffee table.
That my employer would allow me to take nearly two weeks of time off to get married and take a trip- even though I have only worked there for eight months and have not earned any vacation time.
That friends and friends-of-friends would pitch in and gift us things we didn't deserve.
That after giving my great-grandfather his wedding invite, he would quietly remark, "it's a really wonderful thing to grow old with someone." His simple words were enough to erase all kinds of tension and stress. A sweet reminder why we are getting married in the first place.
So here it is- all my confusion and my feelings of inadequacies and yet this incredible grace I have received in the process.
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