In 4, 3, 2, 1...
I think I've discovered the real reasons for honeymoons. Sure, there's the spending time alone with your new spouse and celebrating your new union thing. But more importantly there's the collapsing into a puddle and not moving for several days as you recover from planning and producing your wedding thing. Also recently understood: wedding planners.
Of course a big part of the reason we're so exhausted is completely of our own making. A couple of months ago we decided to use the impending swarm of guests as an impetus to finally complete the myriad nesting tasks we've been putting off for years. To that end we've completely repainted most of the apartment, hung new shelves and hooks in the guest bath, framed and hung new art, cleaned out and organized the closets, finally put the office into a semblance of order, unpacked the last of Sean's boxes from his move in 2 years ago, re-foamed the couch, given the whole place the deepest cleaning it's ever, and a million other small tasks. The place looks great, and I feel like we're finally completely settled in for the first time, so I don't regret it. But perhaps tackling it, say, last year when we weren't also planning our wedding would have been a better idea.
The planning and scheduling has made the last few weeks all about logistics, so it really wasn't until the last couple of days as we've been wrapping all that up that the emotional reality of it started to hit me. There will be more than enough schmoopy stuff said this weekend, so I'll reign it in for now. I'll just say that I couldn't be happier or more excited. Last night we were putting together the playlist for the pre-ceremony cocktail hour, just him and me cuddling on the couch listening to the love songs each of us had picked out, and it was so completely calming. True compatibility in the modern age is being completely happy with your spouse's wedding playlist selections.
The biggest kick for me is all the friends and family we have coming into town to attend the ceremony. Over the weekend I realized I'll have more spheres of my life coming together in one place than ever before, which will either be completely wonderful or wonderfully awkward or both. Friend from elementary school? Check. Friends from my college days in Birmingham? Check. Family? Check. Maternal and fraternal family members that haven't seen each other in 30 years? Check. Dallas era friends? Check. Bears? A big check. Sean's theater and movie-making friends? Check. Co-workers? Check. My head exploding? CHECK.
Now to finish those pesky vows...
Of course a big part of the reason we're so exhausted is completely of our own making. A couple of months ago we decided to use the impending swarm of guests as an impetus to finally complete the myriad nesting tasks we've been putting off for years. To that end we've completely repainted most of the apartment, hung new shelves and hooks in the guest bath, framed and hung new art, cleaned out and organized the closets, finally put the office into a semblance of order, unpacked the last of Sean's boxes from his move in 2 years ago, re-foamed the couch, given the whole place the deepest cleaning it's ever, and a million other small tasks. The place looks great, and I feel like we're finally completely settled in for the first time, so I don't regret it. But perhaps tackling it, say, last year when we weren't also planning our wedding would have been a better idea.
The planning and scheduling has made the last few weeks all about logistics, so it really wasn't until the last couple of days as we've been wrapping all that up that the emotional reality of it started to hit me. There will be more than enough schmoopy stuff said this weekend, so I'll reign it in for now. I'll just say that I couldn't be happier or more excited. Last night we were putting together the playlist for the pre-ceremony cocktail hour, just him and me cuddling on the couch listening to the love songs each of us had picked out, and it was so completely calming. True compatibility in the modern age is being completely happy with your spouse's wedding playlist selections.
The biggest kick for me is all the friends and family we have coming into town to attend the ceremony. Over the weekend I realized I'll have more spheres of my life coming together in one place than ever before, which will either be completely wonderful or wonderfully awkward or both. Friend from elementary school? Check. Friends from my college days in Birmingham? Check. Family? Check. Maternal and fraternal family members that haven't seen each other in 30 years? Check. Dallas era friends? Check. Bears? A big check. Sean's theater and movie-making friends? Check. Co-workers? Check. My head exploding? CHECK.
Now to finish those pesky vows...