Before I get to the good, let me give you the background. After a long February where we told our respective parents that we decided we were getting married, which led to my mother stating she thought our venue looked cheap, our menu was an embarrassment, and that she would not go to the wedding if we served pizza; my friends giving me backwards compliments, or telling me “reservations” they had about us getting married; and another friend stating we weren’t engaged since he didn’t propose and give me a ring. (FYI, he did propose, but I’m keeping that secret, because what did ESB say about shaking that glitter off?), things finally started falling into place.
After a calm-down session/weekend, I sat with my mom and dad and spoke about what we all envisioned and why my mom felt so strongly. Turns out she wanted better for my wedding than she was able to have. My dad and I had to explain to her that my fiancé and I didn’t care about fancy stuff, we just wanted to be married and to celebrate that with family and friends. The compromise—we decided to minimize the guest list, have a backyard bash with pizza and beer, and she could add whatever food she wanted. I am really happy that we are on the same page and that I get to have her help with this wedding, because trust me I need it. (Oh and my mom and I went dress shopping this past weekend and found a dress!)
With all the backhanded compliments…there were many friends that came through. People who I thought might be reserved are genuinely happy for us and I’ve had a lot of friends offer to make us bouquets, one thousand paper cranes, decorations for our backyard bash, or help find a DJ or a wedding photographer. I love them, their happiness, and their excitement.
My fiancé’s sweet sister n law and brother offered to give him their first ring (she already upgraded) to give to me. I have the prettiest ring, recently resized and sitting on my left finger. I don’t need a ring to call him my fiancé, but the fact that his family would be awesome enough to give us such a special thing, means the WORLD to me.
Oh yeah, did I mention we’re in a long distance relationship. Yeah, we are, and finally he’s moving here in two months and I’ll get him here for a few months before our wedding. I think this out of everything makes me the happiest. Our whole relationship has been long distance and we have been through the hard times and the seeing each other only every two months. I finally get to fall asleep to him Every. Single. Night. And I cannot wait.
That, my friends, is THE GOOD!