The Day Itself
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This is it! This is how I want to look the morning before my wedding. This is how I want to feel. I don’t want a thousand people primping me. I don’t want a gown that takes five people to get me into. I don’t want to be thinking about if the programs came out right, or if the centerpieces have wilted. Eff the centerpieces! I just want to be rocking out, giddy, excited, happy, and brushing my little teeth. And David will have to document it for you, because to save money on the wedding photography front, I decided we did not need pro-shots of me in my skivvys.
I very rarely do this, but you have to go read this guest post by a bride on San Francisco wedding photographer Anna Kuperberg’s blog. You have to. It’s like a wedding graduate post, but from a totally different perspective. It’s well written and wise and true. It sums up a lot of what I’m trying to write about here, in a way I would never quite say it. She says about your wedding day:
You know that daily responsibilities and time and practicality â€“ yes â€“ they have decided together to give you a break on this night and step aside for what is larger: matters of the heart. Against all practical reason, you and your mate have made love the first priority.
Yes. Because you mustn’t take the title of my blog too seriously. In the end, a wedding is about something deeply unpractical, something deep and real and silly and foolish and wonderful and true. Now go read it.
The logistics may have set the mood, but nothing could prepare me for the energy and the vibe that followed. It was all about the people, our friends and family, about our dog chasing her tail in the middle of a packed living room/dance floor to Kenny Loggins' Footloose, about my new husband spontaneously switching the iPod to our favorite song and asking me to dance and our friends singing along, serenading us. The entire day was more than I ever could have imagined. I was buoyed by Love, humbled by the kindness and generosity of friends and family, and continuously smitten by the magic of it all.
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So what is wedding weekend like so far? I would say that it feels like the toughest yoga class I've ever been to, but also the most rewarding one. Because here is the thing - when you get all of your friends and relations together in one place for an event that feels high stakes - people will get stressed out, things will not always go as expected, though wonderful things will happen to. That's human, that's normal. But most of the time, when stressful things happen, we can give in to being annoyed. We can let the crappy bits of life stand larger than the joyful bits. But for your wedding you can't get thrown by little things. You have to pull yourself back to a core of calm that you've created for yourself, over and over again. You have to remember that a wedding is about love, and people stand still for love. You have to remember what wise wedding graduate Christina told me: "It is not your business what other people think of you." Because it's your wedding. You can't leave a bit of you behind gnawing over that little thing that went wrong, or that weird comment someone made. You have to show up with all of yourself.
Continue reading Reporting Live From Inside Of Wedding Weekend
The evening of our wedding day we were browsing in a used bookstore (this is not surprising to you, is it? Of course not). I was looking through the magazine section and I stumbled upon a wedding magazine, a wedding magazine that I *like* at that. And I had this dull feeling in the pit of my stomach.
And suddenly I realized, “It’s not my problem anymore!” And I felt terribly terribly free.
You hear a lot about post-wedding depression. You hear about how when you wake up the morning after your wedding you will feel happy, but also a little empty… sad that the party is over. Maybe. Maybe this will happen to you, I don’t know. But what I can offer you is a ray of hope – it did not happen to us. Our wedding was wonderful. Our wedding was absurdly joyous. Our wedding was one amazing party. But it was exactly the right length, and when it was over I ran out of that door, making long strides in my silver heels as I dashed to the car.