Weddingbee Blog

I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to say to you all when I got to the “other side”. For some reason, during the planning process, I couldn’t bring myself to write it because I didn’t want to disappoint certain people or to come across as ungrateful. I talked it over with some fellow bees. I mulled it over while reliving some wedding memories as we reminisced on our belated honeymoon (we just got back and it was delightful - more later). And then I read this today as I caught up at Meg’s blog. Now is the time to let a few things hang out and to keep it real.

You’ve seen the joy on my face that is captured by photographs on my wedding day. I will always treasure that day in our lives. Not captured were the many frowns, the foot stomping and the flat out meltdowns (my Dad calls it O.B.E - overcome by events) that led up to that day. Here, I blogged about details, crafting, funnies, etc. because the blog world was my refuge from what I found to be an all together stressful and frustrating planning process. Much of the stress was self-inflicted as I took all criticism personally, tried to please everyone, and contorted myself to fill the various expectations that I perceived people had of me. However, some of the stress originated from truly stressful situations of navigating family emotions or the growing pains of bringing two lives together.

While I’ve shared most of the work that I did for the wedding in terms of crafting, this post is about the real work that it took to plan the wedding and prepare for a marriage.

This work was intangible and decidedly not fun. My stumbles during this part of the process left me almost empty. It’s OK to feel sad or overwhelmed. It’s OK to cry about these big life changing things that are about to happen.

In the week before the wedding, my family and I shared highlights and lowlights, a New Year’s tradition that we’ve been keeping for over a decade now. My highlight was our engagement. My lowlight was planning the wedding. There were some points when I was gravely concerned that the wedding would permanently alter my relationships with people (which was true - sometimes positively and sometimes negatively). At other times, I was sure that I would break and end up in a mental institution (which was untrue, although I did realize that I needed to slow down and I sought professional counseling in the weeks before the wedding).

For me, several factors exacerbated the situation. My mom got really sick in the months leading up to my wedding and Lambster was being worked through the ringer in the MBA recruiting process. I really missed their support system while they needed to focus their energy on getting well and adjusting to grad school, respectively. A month before the wedding, my grandmother fell and required surgery. She did not come to my wedding and there were many tears shed for her absence (rightfully so).

Even lovely weddings that are full of joy and really represent the beginning of a marriage, take effort to plan. That planning process is not always enjoyable. Even if you write a wedding blog, you may not have loved planning a wedding, and that’s OK. The difficult part of the journey makes the rejoicing that much sweeter on the day of the wedding. This doesn’t negate the pain felt on the journey, it doesn’t mean that thinking about being married should heal the pain in the moment, either.

I was really scared that with how awfully the wedding planning went (the fights between my woolly counterpart and me, the family issues, the vendor issues, etc.), that I would regret having a big wedding and that I would resent it the rest of my life. On the other side, I can’t tell you that the one day was worth it, but I can say that I felt very happy on my wedding day and my cup overran with beauty and laughter. Very dear and sincere friends were there to tell me the truth and love me. They helped me carry my burdens during the difficult times and were there to celebrate the fruits of our labor as we danced with sheer joy.