We got back from a meeting with a delightful cooking wedding elf this weekend, and I climbed straight into bed and pulled the covers up over my head. After a while a squeaky shaky little voice piped up from under the covers:
“Why is everything so expensive?*” I said plaintively.
David, of course, did his bit to calm me down, “Well, we live in a expensive area, and we’re doing our very best.”
“Oh.” Said the squeaky little voice. Then I thought for a while, “Maybe we could just have a little wedding and just invite 40 people or so?” I offered.
“Well, that would really hurt the feelings of a lot of our close family members and friends that we couldn’t invite.”
“Oh.” I said from under the covers. “That’s true. But some people say you should just do exactly what you like for your wedding, and to heck with everyone else?”
David sighed, “We could, but that wouldn’t be very nice, and we probably wouldn’t be very happy with it in the end.”
“Oh.” I said “That’s true. But maybe we could just have the wedding be like a dinner party, and we could cook for all 125 family members and friends?”
David, who is the person who does cook for our family and friends at dinner parties, suddenly sounded a little stressed. “No,” he said “absolutely not. You clearly need a nap, and I might need a drink.”
So, I took my nap (I was under the covers already anyway) and when I woke up nothing seemed much clearer, but I went back and read this post, and it helped a little. Sometimes, planning a wedding feels like walking a tightrope with about 10 ropes tied to you, each pulling in different directions. Your job is to figure out which ropes are the safety ropes, and you should keep connected to you (even if you loosen them a little bit), and which ropes are the trick ropes, that are trying to pull you off balance. All of that, while you are trying to hold hands with your partner, and keep your balance.
*Nope, no budget busting here. It’s just that sometimes, the budget we actually have seems like a CRAZY amount of money, even if it is way under the average.
Photo via Happy-Dee-Dooo’s flickr stream