- 6 years ago
- Wedding: February 2012
Perfection is highly overrated. Seriously. Think about it. Everyone says they want a perfect day. But do they really?
Long time reader, first time poster, etc. Came here when I needed to remind myself that everyone needs to vent when planning something major like a wedding. Thought I’d put something out to maybe help someone else.
My wedding wasn’t flawless, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
#1 the organist’s daughter went into labor (three weeks early) that morning. So obviously she wasn’t available. But it turned out that husband’s (grin I get to call him husband) cousin plays. And she did a wonderful job. And there is a new sweet little boy in the world
#2 one of the groomsman’s jacket didn’t fit (not sure how that happened unless it was just the wrong one, if so there was some guy out there swimming in his) It was very tight through the shoulders and chest. He endured the ceremony somehow. Then we hid him behind other people for the photos, so he could – you know – unbutton and breathe.
#3 another groomsman was allergic to something in the church. We cleared his immediate area of the flowers, didn’t help. So he went through the ceremony and photos looking like he was crying his eyes out. The Benadryl cut the sneezing, but made him a little groggy at the reception.
#4 my six year old niece / flower girl was thrilled to be in the wedding right up until she had to walk down the aisle. Thankfully she was willing to walk holding her bridesmaid /mother’s hand. And though she made it through the ceremony fine, she got bored during the photos. The last few taken are of her yawning. Turning her basket upside down and staring up at it. And finally sitting down and propping her chin in her hand. And the rest of us laughing.
Any one of those things could have sent me over the edge of stress melt down. But I decided a few weeks ago to just roll with it.
Besides if everything had gone ‘perfectly’ I wouldn’t have the memories (and photo proof) of my new cousin’s panicked, wide eyed, ‘what-the-hell-did-I-agree-to-this-for’ expression as she sat down at the organ to practice the first time. Of a groomsman looking, well, squeezed. And the other with a red nose and eyes, and an eventual dopey grin. Not to mention my darling niece, who was well behaved despite her fear and boredom. And the sweetest picture ever of her asleep on my brother’s shoulder at the reception is the one I’ll give to her when she grows up and marries.
Everyone wants perfect. And I guess I got it. May your day be memorable.