To Eat, Drink & Be Married

As I catch myself mulling over the cost of weddings and the strange urge to overspend, overthink and overstress just about every aspect of our wedding planning, I try to bring myself back into reality and not lose sight of what truly matters most about that day -- that it's the first day of a new life with the man I love, my best friend and partner in crime. We have our church booked and, honestly, what else does one need? Regardless of what I wear, what we eat or what the flowers look like, we're going to be surrounded by our most beloved friends and family, making memories that will last a lifetime. I cannot explain the profound peace that alone brings me. There is no other way I would have it.

Another thought that keeps me from going into a complete and utter tizzy is remembering what those amazingly fabulous brides from the 1940s did. Those wartime brides had entirely more challenges brought before them than I ever will and those are the ladies who truly inspire me. I think the key is to keep things in perspective. Every person we are inviting is part of our nearest and dearest and would probably not bat an eye if I were to show up wearing a white sweatsuit. No one will starve, everyone will be comfortable, happy and share in the love of the day. D. isn't leaving for war, I don't have to work in a factory, no rations are being used to make a cake. We have a humble home, money coming in and plenty in our lives to look forward to and be thankful for. Already we're that much ahead of the game!

So, with that said, I vow to no longer let the details make me anything other than giddy with excitement and anticipation. I will not be stressed, sad or overwhelmed and instead, will cherish every moment of planning given to me. To life -- eat, drink and be married!