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Mr. Potato Head & I love a beach house. It is my dream to live, year-round, in a wee coastal cottage. If I were Robert Frost, I would say, “Something there is that doesn’t love a beach house.” Or something like that.

I love the colors, once-bright walls faded by the salt and sun. I love the smell of a beach house, like seaweed and ocean. I love the light-hearted design, the open space, the short walk to the beach, the flip flops kicked off in the entryway, morning coffee sipped on decks; even the sound of seagulls, I love. I love the mood evoked from a beach house, cheery on a sunny day, cozy and quiet when it’s cloudy. Easy, breezy, lazy, fun.

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If we could, we’d have the wedding at a beach house. We even considered for the briefest of instants, having it at my parents’ seaside cottage. Except that it posed many problems, namely: parking, toilets, lack of space, wind.

Okay. So the next best thing… let’s get married in a beachy town and rent a beach house for our wedding weekend!

One night, we shut off the telly and put our Macs on our laps, ate pizza, and searched for house rentals.

Through some innate skill set he must possess, Mr. Potato Head is uncommonly good at scouting house rentals. I mainly looked over his shoulder and typed addresses into Google Maps, to calculate the distance between our reception venue and potential rental houses.

I gotta say, the beach house idea was the galvanizing force behind our planning. I began to “see” our day, to have a “vision”. It began to come together: chillaxed, fun, breezy, beachy. It’s funny that it took a little beach house for me to get really amped for the wedding weekend. But it did, and I was off and running. I even booked an appointment with a florist.

So I have to know: if you were a reluctant wedding planner, what did it take for you to get excited about the planning?