Weddingbee Blog

The next sentence is going to suck, no two ways about it. Chances are, this is my last Weddingbee post. Told you it would suck.

After this, I’m pretty much out of professional photos to show you. Sure, I could pop up a year from now with some random shot of the bathroom baskets, but that’s not how I roll, yo. My fragile ego requires that I go out with a bang - and it doesn’t get much bang-y’er than your overwhelming response to my last set of posts.

And while Mrs. Corn is onto something brilliant with her Looking Back series, my own coulda/shoulda/woulda’s wouldn’t be much help. The few cosmetic changes I’d make to our wedding are trivialities, really. I was blessed with a day of no regrets.

So while I’ll be stopping by now and again to check in on my sister bees, I’m afraid my own Weddingbee well is about dry. The heretofore unthinkable has happened: I’ve unsubscribed from my wedding blog reader, and I’m ready for the next projects in my life - nesting and writing. Anything further from me ’round these parts, and I’d be dialing it in. And you guys deserve Prime, Grade A Lovebug, or no Lovebug at all.

Wow, hey. Now I’m crying. This is what I get for being a closure addict.

Everyone gather in close and quiet, and you’ll hear the lump in my throat as I narrate one. last. time.

…about the moment when everything starts winding down. When everyone over the age of 40 has defected, everyone under the age of 40 is engaged in comically serious, drunken conversations, and you can finally dance with your new husband without a roomful of spectators:

A friend of mine has a saying: If it doesn’t involve love, or laughter, what’s the point? If I could be Mrs. Condescension for just one minute, it would be to say, remember that, when it comes to planning your wedding. If it doesn’t bring you joy, don’t buy it. If it isn’t a labor of love, don’t do it. Because it’s all over so quickly! You’ll be amazed, and if all goes well, slightly heartbroken after your wedding - it’s really unfair, how precious little time you’re given to enjoy all that hard work and expense.

So when the time comes, don’t hesitate for one second to be silly with your girlfriends…

or to be selfish with your husband…

…because your love and laughter will be contagious, and they will define the day:

You guys have had me marveling, for over a year, at the depth of warmth and support an internet community can provide. “Mindblowing gratitude” doesn’t even come close to describing what I feel, and I wish I could buzz around the whole world and hug you all, one by one. Instead, I’ll just shove down this lump in my throat and raise my champagne flute.

Here’s to the bride. Each and every one of you.