Classic APW – Post Wedding Freedom

This post ran as we flew out on our honeymoon last year. It only seemed right to run it again today, as David and I will be boarding a plane for our one year anniversary trip at dawn tomorrow. When we got back from our honeymoon last year, I said to my friends that I was so sad that the honeymoon was over. Forget the wedding being the best day of my life, the honeymoon was two of the most blissful weeks of my life. And being wise friends, they reminded me that while you can never re-live your wedding, you can have many many honeymoons. So, in a way, we’re off to our second one tomorrow. It’s been a long, stressful, wonderful year, better and richer than I ever would have dreamed. I’ll write more about it on the other side, but for now I leave you with this. A tiny post that proved to be so, so, true.

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.

Our wedding was just right. But we are both so happy to move on. We’ll have it in our memories for ever, and now we have a wide open vista ahead of us, with new adventures to be had…

Meg’s Vacation = Team Practical’s Party

As I’ve mentioned, I’m hopping on a plane Saturday for two weeks of (blessed) vacation. For those of you up on your dates, yesssss…. it’s a first anniversary trip. So. I wanted a way for APW to keep up and running, but in way where comments were still moderated and you guys were all still taken care of in the good old sensible-tough-love-with-hugs APW style.

Soooo…. drumrolll please….. I decided to ask two regular commenters and Team Practical members to take over while I was gone. I wanted to ask people that both I knew, and you guys knew, really well. I wanted people you trusted. So, let me introduce the, erm, Megs-In-Training? Temporary-Megs? Probably-better-moderaters-than-Meg-anyway-ladies?

First, we have Liz. Here is her comment picture:

You’ll remember her from her wedding, her self catered desert reception, her waiting-to-have-sex-post, her blog, and the fact that she invented the term A-typical traditionalists. She lives in Philly, and she’s gonna have a little baby soon! When I was trying to describe what commenter she was to my friend Kate, she looked confused, and then finally said, “Ohhhh! Liz who says all the smart things?” Yup, that Liz.

Second we have Alyssa. Here is her comment picture:

You’ll remember her from her wedding, and from crying in the car. She lives in Dallas, she has your back, and she’ll call you sweetheart and make you laugh. As my friend Kate said, “Alyssa? Oh, the HILARIOUS one?” Yup, that Alyssa.

So their comments will be in pink (like mine normally are) starting on Monday. They’ll have the power to pull down mean comments, and generally help stear the conversation. Treat them just like you would me, yes? But nicer. They are doing something really nice for all of us, and particularly for me. I told them I would try to check in by email, and they told me, “NO WAY! HAVE YOUR VACATION! We got this.” And I’m so so glad to finally share the APW responsability a little.

Posts will continue as usual, but with these two ladies steering the ship.

I’ll see you on the flip side… hopefully far more rested and with stories to tell. Read More…