Weddingbee Blog

Fair warning: I’m truly ecstatic about my upcoming nuptials, despite what you read in this post. Also, I probably sound annoying and whiny. If so, I’m sorry.

Miss Zebra’s post earlier this week really got me thinking and opened up a can of worms regarding my reception emotions as of late. At some point in the wedding planning, wedding regrets always occur. A year ago, when I was freshly engaged, I dreamed of a hotel ballroom wedding. Growing up, I remember thinking that my venue was the height of opulence. I had Sunday brunch there every week and never believed I’d be able to have my wedding at such a beautiful place.

But of course, my tastes changed at a fast clip in the first few months of my engagement. After I found blogs such as SMP, Snippet and Ink, Green Wedding Shoes, and the plethora of others, I yearned for a wedding that was in a lush, outside environment. Unfortunately, such a venue doesn’t exist within 25 miles of my church that could accommodate our number of guests. I live in a state known for its outdoor beauty, yet we can’t have our wedding outside because there’s too darn many of us.

I’m not sure why I’ve suddenly had this flood of emotion due to our venue. Perhaps I’ve been reading too many of the above blogs lately. Maybe I’m starting to worry that our theme will end up looking silly and my DIY projects will look amateur. Or maybe I’m thinking a bit too much about other people’s weddings.

You see, two of my good friends are also getting married this summer. One in Wisconsin and one in West Virginia. They are both getting married in their parents’ respective backyards, and the idea of a wedding like this just makes me swoon. I wouldn’t say I’m jealous per se, just a little regretful that I stuck my nose up to that idea when I began planning.

My parents are lucky enough to have a 2+ acre yard in the area by the lake in my town. This area is getting heavily developed and real estate prices are heavily inflated. Nothing like San Francisco or New York City, but our property values have exploded in the past 5-10 years. A large yard is hard to come by now without paying an arm, a leg, and 15 fertile eggs. Years ago, my mother had talked about having our wedding in our front yard. I always dismissed the idea and rolled my eyes. But here I am now. Wanting that exact wedding.

In reality, I know a wedding a la Mrs. Scissors or Mrs. Glasses (or other bloggers, you two were just the first that came to mind ) is impossible for me. Sure, my yard looks lovely here:

But there’s an unfortunate tree in the way when you look from another angle. Oh, and there are houses beside ours and I’m positive we’d break some sort of noise ordinance.

I feel like a brat regretting my decisions. I’m so lucky to get a beautiful large wedding. I am flattered that so many people care enough about Mr. Biscuit and me to travel hundreds of miles to see us wed (and get free beer).

I also know that our venue is the perfect place for our wedding. It’s right off of the Interstate, close to my parents’ house, and is part of an affordable hotel to curb any drinking and driving. Oh, and having a wedding for 300 in West Virginia outside at the end of July would probably cause someone to faint, and that would probably put a damper on the fun.

It’s the venue that maximizes the comfort of our guests and we are making it a point to include things for our guests so that the weekend is non-stop fun. And to be honest, I’d rather my guests remember my wedding as being fun than visually pleasing. Well, I’d hope they’d think it was both, but fun trumps it.

I’m praying that as the months leading up to our wedding turn to weeks and days, I will feel different about our wedding reception. It’s time to start letting go of what could have been and embracing what is. I’ve also been brainstorming ways to make our ballroom look as awesome as I can make it. I’ll write about it in an upcoming post.

Did you guys go through a wedding funk? Did you second guess any big decisions?

Note: All photos in this post are personal.