I started dating the love of my life when I was eighteen. Of course, I didn't know it then. He was cute. "He'll make a fun prom date," I thought. "Then maybe we'll date over the summer until I leave." Our relationship was supposed to be a fun way to end high school. Four years later, I said yes to spending my life with this man.
So yes, I got engaged just over a month ago. You probably noticed if you follow me on social media. For some reason, I've been avoiding sharing it on this space. I think I needed a month to process what it meant to be engaged and planning a wedding.
A big part of me just wants to have a private ceremony or elope. The engagement happened just as I was beginning a love affair with minimalism. It seems outrageous to spend so much on a wedding when people are living on less than a dollar a day. I also don't like the pressures associated with wedding planning. Well meaning people keep telling me how cute and artistic and perfect my wedding will be. I worry about offending people through my invite list. The idea of bridesmaids makes me cringe. How am I supposed to choose people to stand next to me at my wedding, especially when only my closest friends and family will be invited? Ugh. Weddings are the worst. And yet, I'm still having one, though the idea of eloping may win out.
This quote is my anthem, "I want a marriage more beautiful than my wedding."
That's where I'm at, friends. I still can't believe that I get to marry this amazing (and very handsome!!) man. And I'm still figuring out what I want my wedding to look like. Thankfully, we won't be wed until summer 2017. There is time to figure it out, and you'll be along for the ride.
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