I will be waiting to marry the love of my life. Most likely, I’ll be checking my makeup and asking my almost-sister-in-law to fix a piece of hair while nervously standing/sitting in the most beautiful dress I’ll ever own.
It seems like so much work leading up to that point, for something so simple: promising your future to your loved one. Our ceremony will be 30 minutes max (more like 15-20) and it’s insane to think that more than a year of planning has gone into a day celebrating this half an hour of our life. Even my still-to-do list is scary. I don’t even want to think about it, but I know a decent chunk of this weekend will be devoted to wedding tasks. Sometimes I want to say forget all the silly little details because who will really notice besides me? And then I remember the wayyy too many hours of pinning escort cards and centerpieces on pinterest or stalking wedding websites and tearing out pages of Bride magazine and realize I have to just suck it up and get this crap done.
I think the most important thing to me, the one thing I’m going to try so hard to remember, is to actually stop and listen during the ceremony, stop and look around during the reception. To notice the little details brought on by our guests, our family & friends. I want to remember exactly what Ron says in his vows (especially since I can’t remember most of what he said during the proposal). I want to remember where people sat, and what cologne Ron wore, and the sight of my friends dancing (especially spaghetti-arms Jill). I want to take silly pictures in the photo booth, and really taste the food. I want to make sure I’m not in a happy daze all day, but that while it may pass in a blur of 5 and a half hours, at least my memories from those hours are clear because they’re bound to be plentiful.