As we get closer and closer to YAY-Day, Mr. B and I are realizing that there’s a lot to get done. Not the big stuff. Pshaw … that done been did for quite some time now. But some of those little things, like “tying the favors” and “cutting the lace” and “finding a card box” and “making the directional signs” are starting to add up. And, quite frankly, some of them are probably going to end up being last-minute jobs.
In my “normal” life, I’m quite particular about details for the most part, and, to be honest, I thought the details of our wedding would matter more to me. And, well, some of them did. Like the stationery — and the hidden monkey (did you find it?). And the inscription on Mr. B’s ring. And the location of the ceremony. And the comfort of our guests. And the bacon. But some of those other things? Meh.
You see, while I am a detail-oriented, Type-A-leaning person, when it comes to thinking about our big day, none of those details is super important. If I were to close my eyes right now and picture YAY-Day, I would see our family and friends gathered at the top of the hill, the sun rising as my family’s farm stretches out below us. And I’d be walking down the aisle toward Mr. B, and he’s all I’d see. I won’t see the lace or the candles or the flowers — though all are going to be GORGEOUS. I won’t see the color of the chairs we rented. I won’t see the ribbons on the bubbles. I’ll see the love of my life, my best friend, hurrying me along with his eyes because pleasecantthisjusthappenalready.
And as we’re standing at the front for the ceremony, I don’t see which wine “glasses” we picked out for the champagne toast or what color the ribbon is on the balloons. I see my parents sitting in the front row, probably a little misty-eyed, smiling and sharing in the most important day — so far — of our lives (you know, besides the whole “being born” thing).
And as we’re walking hand-in-hand toward the dance floor for our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. B, I don’t see the centerpieces or the card box or the decorations or the linens. All I see is my hand in Mr. B’s, our feet finding their way as our family and friends
try really hard not to laugh at our horrible dancing watch.
So, as Mr. B and I continue to eagerly — and, admittedly, somewhat anxiously — count down the days ’til YAY-Day, we’re trying not to focus on what needs to get done but on why we’re doing it. Now, this doesn’t mean I don’t reserve the right to have my … erm … “moments” when the details are stressing me out. Because I will and they will.
But it does mean that I recognize that the importance of our day lies not in the “things” we have there but in the people who are there to help us celebrate our joy, our friendship, our laughter and our love.