This post could have also been entitled, “And Now I Will Prove How Big of a Nerd I Actually Am.”
When we first started this wedding planning adventure, I was adamant that Mr. S and I would pay for everything ourselves. Aside from not wanting to burden our parents, I knew that whoever held the purse strings had the final say when it came to making decisions and I selfishly wanted to wield all the wedding power myself—especially when it came to the guest list. The vision for our wedding has always been an intimate affair, a seemingly impossible feat considering the size of my extended family alone. I knew that my mom and dad weren’t deliberately trying to sabotage our wedding vision, but I wanted to reserve the right to veto inviting my parents’ long lost friends who we haven’t seen since I was six years old, or my mom’s third cousin who I’ve only met once 15 years ago, or any other people on the fringes of my life that my parents might feel obligated to invite. Our golden rule when it came to putting together my family’s side of the guest list was, “Have they met Mr. S?”
Mom: What if they ask me why they’re not invited?? What am I supposed to tell them??
Me: Blame us. Tell them that Mr. S and I are paying for the wedding ourselves and the guest list was entirely up us.
Mom: Oh, OK.