At some point after I asked my favorite girls to be a part of my bridal party, Mr. Tractor asked his groomsmen. He asked them each in person—he wouldn’t let me come, but I assume there were man hugs and pats on the back and lots of “bros” and “dudes.” To cancel out the man hugs, he also gave them each a bottle of alcohol. By the time it was all over, the total number of man hugs given equaled five. Five handsome gentlemen who are wonderful friends to both Mr. T and me will stand up with him when we get married. Now, if you remember carefully, I have three lovely ladies on my side.
If you know anything about me by now, you know that I am all for bucking tradition. If I was to share wedding-planning words of wisdom with a newly engaged friend, I would say, “Do what’s important to you, leave out the things that aren’t, and don’t do anything because ‘that’s what you do at a wedding.’” But my inner stage manager was telling me that things would look better if we had equal numbers on each side. And my inner emotional sap was telling me there were two very important people who had been left out of my bridal party.