“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.” – Willy Wonka
Ahh, my first rant post.
When I first got accepted as a bee, I wondered if I’d feel the urge to write a post about the not-so-fun parts of planning a wedding. See, I’m a “glass is half full” kind of gal and usually try and shoo those worries and frustrations out the door before they can sour my mood.
But now, as the 6 month mark looms ahead and all the vendors, contracts, knick knacks start to come to life, I can’t help but feel a little dizzy. Where has the time gone?! It seems like just yesterday we were getting engaged. But here we are, 190-ish days away…and glancing at our to do list, there is so much left to do! And there is so much to discuss with Mr. O, because I want him to be part of the planning, too. And then I start to act zany…like Cathy:
And to top it all off, lately, I’ve been having the most vivid dreams of Mr. Ostrich and me getting married…in city hall, with 10 of our closest family and friends and Nap, like Big & Carrie. Pure and simple. And you know what? We are ridiculously happy and it feels absolutely perfect. No marvelous decorations. No dream gown. No paradise backdrop. Just me, my soul mate and a whole lotta love.
So you can imagine, these recurring dreams have a tiny part of me wishing we skipped the whole destination wedding thing and kept things plain and simple. But everything is locked and loaded and there’s no turning back now.
Or maybe this is some weird sign for me to stop obsessing about every itty bitty charming detail. And to remember that no one will remember how beautiful the calligraphy was on our escort cards, but they will remember how blissful—and stress free!—Mr. Ostrich and I are when we say, “I Do.”
Either way, I’m hoping that this feeling will go away. Any suggestions?
Thanks for listening, bees. It means more than you know.