It's interesting: the closer the wedding gets, the less stressed I am about it. I think I'm a fatalist: we don't have time? Oh well, we just won't be able to do anything about it. The sanctuary isn't big enough for everyone to have a seat? Well, we can't do anything about that now! The farmers' market flower woman can't do the bouquets? Well, we can buy some bouquets at the grocery store. The friends bringing the tablecloths from Minnesota got stuck in a storm? Oh well, we just won't have tablecloths.
Hopefully this doesn't mean the wedding will end up being crappy.
I remember my friend Shuli complaining about the wedding of a friend of hers, and how inhospitable it felt -- as thought they hadn't considered their guests at all. It was also a picnic-style reception, although I don't remember the incriminating details. I hope my fatalism doesn't bring that to pass.
We're getting married, people we love will be there, there will be food, there will be chairs (although maybe not quite enough?). I hope no one feels neglected. And now I may go look at the RSVP count, and worry just a little about the chairs again...
it is GOOD if you can feel this way, very good. Most of the details feel HUGELY important to so many brides (and some grooms) a few weeks before the ceremony, but... i've said it before and i'll say it again, what I learned at my wedding, after a year and a half of busy planning, after fretting over circumstances I could not control, after certain things not working out- was that I could have gotten married in a parking garage and been happy. Nearly everyone I loved with there, I was committing my life to the person I loved. The details mattered not. at. all. (But I am glad that many of the details did work out.)
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