Bliss

Okay, so … what’s going on with me?

Well, today is a wedding planning day. Some days, I don’t do anything, other days, I do a bunch of things at once, and some days, I do one thing and then get tired and stop.

Today, I’ve done a bunch of stuff.

I’ve made my peace with a lot of the planning part of the wedding, I think some of my problems a few months ago were…well…partly teaching people how I operate, how John and I operate. We’re pretty mellow people me and my Beyonce, when we fight, we stand in the kitchen crying and telling each other we love each other, voices never get raised and …we’re just not much for drama in our house.

So I think we both kind of had to show people that we weren’t going to be picking out matching napkins, table linens and silverware. That we weren’t going to be micro-managing this thing, but just managing it. Now, I really think everyone kind of has the gist of what we’re doing, that we’re not hand holding, that we’re not trip planning or anything like that. What we’ll do, is make sure you know how to get to the boat, what time to be there and if you’re old and have a hard time walking, we’ll make sure you have a car to take you there.

That’s it.

And that is great. Sometimes I feel badly that I’m not helping more, but I can’t, I really just can’t and now that I’ve really come to terms with that, I feel great!

Now, I’ve got to tell you all, it really feels like I’m putting on a play for a bunch of people.

John and I have costumes. I mean, I don’t even wear skirts much less a dress. I don’t wear white because I spill on it a lot, so…a big ole white dress is a costume. John is going to look very handsome in his suit-costume.

We have a set; we don’t have to build it, but its there.

We have music.

We have an audience.

We have a script.

And then we have an opening and closing night reception!

It’s just so. Weird.

Getting married…no..no…having a wedding is so weird.

Getting married, being married is not weird at all, that makes perfect sense. But the wedding, my lord.

Weird.