Weddingbee Blog

…Because Snapdragon and Bossyboots have a wedding date!

We had just a few hoops to jump through, namely, choosing a state in which to declare our undying love. “Undying,” people, that’s how serious our love is.

I’m nothing if not both acerbic and dramatic. It gets annoying—ask Bossyboots.

We had two realistic choices when it came to wedding locations: option A) Chicago or option B) Dallas/Fort Worth. Deep dish pizza or 8-hour brisket? Bell’s or Shiner? Sauerkraut or habaneros? Bears or Cowboys?* 773 or 214? It’s a tough decision, believe you me, and we went through the wringer.

Bossyboots grew up in Chicago, and though I’m a Texan transplant, I’ve lived “up north” for the last fourteen years. (That’s fourteen. Motherloving. Winters. Thank you, Winter in Chicago.) Most of Bossyboots’ family and friends live here, and most of my closest friend are Chicagoans. However, my family all lives down in Texas. My really, really big family. And since most of them are disabled… getting my family on a plane is not happening. You hear that? Unequivocally not happening. One of my sisters is the bionic woman, with a steel backbone. Etc. etc. It’s not happening—not by train, not by plane, nor by automobile.

So, then Bossyboots and I were faced with a decision: we could hold the wedding up here in Chicago, where his family and most of our friends would surely attend… but only half of my family would make it. OR we could throw our Celebration of Undying Love down in Texas, where our families could both be there, in their entirety, but fewer of our friends could make it, most likely. In our minds, immediate family members missing this particular shindig because they are disabled is a locale deal breaker. I want my family there—all of them—so officially…

(Unknown artist illustration, modified by me)

We’ve just wrapped up several months of WEDDING STUFF—all of which I will surely share. Stay tuned, friends…

*I’m a Cowboys fan ’til I die, minus the convict years—don’t tell Bossyboots.