Weddingbee Blog

Last week I innocently checked my Google calendar: first I looked through April, making note of commitments and generally estimating free time vs. wedding to-do list length (not lookin’ good, folks). Then, I hit ’next month’, and WHAT?! Our wedding! Oh man is that thing speeding towards us.

After I got over the initial shock of ohmigoditsalmosthere, I took a closer look at the date. See, Mr. Guinea Pig and I share our Google calendars with each other (which we only recently started, and has been immensely helpful), and I laughed out loud at the different ways we’d entered our wedding into our calendars. I even took a screen shot so I could show you all

What did I notice? My calendar entry about our wedding required ALL CAPS and several exclamation marks - not only that, but it’s noted as an ALL-DAY affair!

Mr. Guinea Pig’s? Very matter of fact. 6PM: Wedding. Not: My/Our Wedding, not: Get Married - heck, it could be anybody’s wedding! And it starts precisely at 6PM. While it’s true our ceremony does start at 6:00, I had to laugh because he’d better get there before then!

This is pretty much the perfect illustration of how we see our wedding and the projects it entails - for me, it’s this nearly all-consuming affair that means decisions about ridiculous details are somehow very important, like what color to print the names on our place cards (um, no one will notice). For Mr. Guinea Pig, it’s about the very practical, simple (exciting!) fact that we’re getting married. At 6PM.

Yesterday we took the train down to D.C. (an hour ride, which I immediately deemed as trapped-Mr.-GP-has-to-talk-wedding-time), and I pulled out my long wedding to-do list, running my finger down the page to find some loose ends we could tie up while on the train (ugh, I hated typing that sentence - I want to smack myself). I stopped at Vows, and said, “Oh! We definitely need talk about our vows - I want to make sure they match up in style/length - here, I have a draft of mine in my purse, let me read them to you and tell me what you think.” Mr. Guinea Pig gently pushed my folded up paper back into my purse and said, “Honey, I think we can wait until we’re alone at home, instead of with strangers on a train to talk about our vows.”

Duh. Way to go Miss GP! One of the most important parts of the whole freaking wedding - the promises we’ll make to each other - and I was so anxious to cross something off the list that I wanted to talk about it in a rush hour train full of people!

Mr. GP has been the voice of reason for months and months of my wedding-induced stress, and although sometimes it drives me nuts, it’s more often things like the above story that make me so grateful someone has their head screwed on right and their feet on the ground!

Is your fiance(e) as gung-ho about wedding planning as you, or are they happier to let you take the reins? Do you sometimes need to be reminded about the bigger purpose, like I do?