Planning my wedding should have been the happiest time in my life, up to date. Planning any wedding should be, realistically. But how many of you have planned a wedding, your own or helped somebody else, and felt nothing but overwhelming stress? The more I looked into it, the more I realized just how commonplace this actually was.
To me, my wedding represented sharing with my family and friends, a public commitment that my husband and I were making to each other to spend the rest of our lives together. That’s a darn special moment. But it wasn’t until after I was sitting on a beach in Mexico on our honeymoon, that I actually started to really calm down.
The whole day of my wedding was a blur, but I remember always being a little on edge. I showed up right around 11:00 in the morning with my bridesmaids, so that we could get all our hair and makeup done for pictures, that started right around 1:00. So there I sat, having my hair tugged at, getting my makeup done, and worrying about the few that hadn’t shown up yet. After my husband and I started our pictures, his phone rang. At first I was a little “wtf” about it going off, until I figured out that it was my mom calling to tell us that my brother might be really late, because his girlfriend’s brother had a seizure, and they were all on their way to the hospital. It turns out that he had been slacking on taking his medication and was fine. But I had a mini panic attack about my brother missing pictures.
Fast forward a little bit, all the pictures are done, we even managed to get a practice walkthrough of the entrance, and everybody entering. Now it comes time to start the ceremony (10 minutes late at that), and the first thing that runs through my head as my father is walking me down the aisle is, “Oh no, we haven’t actually practiced reading through the entire ceremony yet.” It went off without a hitch, minus the fact that it was really warm, so my husband’s fingers swelled a little bit, and I had a hard time getting his ring on. My future sister-in-law actually recorded the whole thing with her phone, and I got to watch all 7 minutes of it. Yes, my entire wedding ceremony was 7 minutes and 30 seconds long, including everybody walking out at the end. And had Dr. Seuss. It was pretty sweet.
Now after that, you’d think there wasn’t anything left to stress about; until you realize that you have to cut the cake still, and have no idea how to get the piece of cake out of the rest of the cake, thanks to the lovely piece of whatever is acting as a divider between the tiers. Second time of the night I had to yell “technical difficulties.” Speeches and dinner went well, but I was still nervous about the dances, and on top of that, trying to make sure that I got to at least say hi to everybody.
The night eventually wrapped up at midnight, although we didn’t get to leave til almost 1:00 am. That was after making sure gifts got loaded, and we had all the disposable cameras from the tables, and cleared everything out of the bridal room, and oh! Can’t forget about “We found these three sweaters, this purse, and this tie, would you like to take them with you?” Our friends dragged us to Denny’s to celebrate an amazing night, that actually went amazingly well. We all showed up in our wedding gear, and the manager loved that I wore my beat up high tops with my dress.
Throughout the whole process, I remember saying to myself “I look very forward to looking back fondly.” And even though it’s only been a few weeks, I do look back fondly already. Things might not have been the most traditional, but everything there screamed “us”! And I’m realizing now, how silly it was for me to be freaking out, because right now, it feels like nothing. But I guess the whole point of this is more to tell you wedding planners that it’s ok to get a little stressed out, but just remember: something will go wrong.
It might not be anything huge by any means, but it will happen, and all you can do is roll with the punches and try not to dwell.