Wedding Blog

As someone who regularly questions every decision she makes, whether it be her lunch, the book she’s purchasing or a pair of shoes, I did my share of questioning the marriage. I had no doubts Mr. Kiwi was an absolutely fabulous man, but I feared the choice we were making in marrying. To be honest, I have no idea why I did that, perhaps because unlike buying a pair of shoes or a book, this is something I couldn’t return (or undo) easily. Marital strife in your family can do that to you, I suppose.

I tend to think that the weeks leading up to the wedding are the most stressful and anxious, causing you to either grow closer to your intended, or show you what happens to your coupling when it’s under duress. Luckily, I passed that test, instead of tearing apart our relationship, the stress brought us together (in disgust for the friends and family who were behaving quite alarmingly) and love prevailed.

In full disclosure, I must tell you: those weeks leading up to your wedding are full of choices to be made, items to drop from the lineup, even people to drop from your life. Don’t fear if you’re even reconsidering your fiance, it’s only natural- when everything else seems to be hanging from a thread (in the case of some alterations, literally), you have to wonder if the other things will remain. If your doubts get too overwhelming, take a break from all the planning and take a “me” day. Read a book, take a bath, sit in the park. Do anything you can to just remember what your life will be like when the wedding no longer hovers over all you are doing.

I’m thankful that it didn’t come to that with Mr. Kiwi and I. When the programs had to be printed at Kinko’s the night before the 9am wedding, Mr. Kiwi took care of it. When we had to deliver all the reception stuff to the hotel the afternoon before, Mr. Kiwi did it. Did I see him the night before the wedding? Yes, because although we upheld some traditions (not seeing the dress before the ceremony), this was one I couldn’t go without. The morning of the wedding, as I was awake at 5am, my nerves were nothing to do with my marriage. It wasn’t until recently that I thought about that. After focusing for months on the possible marriage, when it came down to it, all I did was look down that aisle at my future husband and smile, knowing that I had made the right decision. Okay, and I did think a teeny bit about not falling as I walked.

Point of the story: I think it is okay to question things. It’s your brain’s way of making sure you know exactly what you’re getting into.