We have knocked a bunch of the big stuff out like:
My dress My veil and accessory Asked bridesmaids Asked groomsmen Bridesmaid dresses Pastor Reception venue Caterer Day-of-coordinator Bartender Musicians for the church Cake baker
The things we have left to do are:
- Reception decor (I have started collecting stuff, I just need to decide with the flowers how I want things)
- Stuart/my dad/groomsmen attire
- MOB dress
- MOG dress
- Rehearsal dinner plans (taken care of by S's parents)
- Cake design
- Bridesmaid gifts
- Groomsmen gifts
- Finish pre-marital counseling
- My shoes
- My jewelry
- Finalize guest list
- Book a block of rooms for out of town guests
- Order invitations
- Send invitations
- Seating chart
- And I am sure, various other things I am forgetting as I make this list off the top of my head - if you think of things I forgot, let me know!
The good news in all of this is, I get to marry my best friend at the end of the day. It is easy to say that six months out, I am not super stressed right now. I have been blessed with a wonderful mama that has taken care of a lot of things for me since I live two hours away from "home" and the town we are getting married in.
But I want to remember this mantra through most of the wedding planning and the wedding day. Things are gonna go wrong. During our first pre-marital counseling session, our pastor (who is also mi padre's best friend and someone I have known my entire life), told us that the things that go wrong are the things we will talk about later and laugh about - if everything goes right, it is harder to remember exact moments.
Stuart and I's entire relationship has been goofy and things have gone wrong - and I love that about us! Our proposal was hilarious because every time he tried to say something sweet about me and us, a family with screaming kids would walk up the mountain. It was about to rain so everyone was fleeing the orchard/vineyard! Ha!
Point being, I hope I get to laugh about stuff when it is the wrong flowers or I sneeze during the ceremony or I lose my earring or Stuart's best man drops the ring when he is giving it to him or whatever else may go wrong. As long as I get to walk away his wife and no one is seriously injured - I am calling this wedding a win.
Check back with me in five months, three weeks and a few days and see if I still believe this. ;)
( For example, they were having a party on the lawn where we wanted to take some pictures, so we rolled with it, grabbed some empty solo cups and joined in with the fun - a hilarious memory, even though I wouldn't have planned it that way - I wouldn't have planned that chin either - WOOF! Haha!)
P.S. Stuart - thanks for wanting to marry me. I cannot WAIT to be your wife and call you my husband and show you my dress. You know that not showing you my dress is KILLING me right? We are awful at secrets, but I am trying my damndest not to tell you anymore about mine that has already slipped. Its purple feathers, Boots ;). See ya down the aisle in 6 months. And don't remind me about this post when I am going cray over wedding stuff - remind me of it after I calm down ;). Love you to the moon and back!