I want the happy pre-wedding stress

I think I’m the only bride-to-be who’s not rummaging through every online forum there is on wedding stuff. I want to have the liberty to nitpick on these things. I want to be overwhelmed with all the options available. I want to happily stress out on these. I’m only going to be married once so might as well get through all these feelings.

Work, why are you sucking the life out of me that when I get home, the only thing I am capable of doing is play Candy Crush?

Wedding Planning 101

Uhhhh…. all the hullabaloo that is WEDDING PLANNING.

Being an account manager and a part-time wedding coordinator, I felt that planning a wedding will be easy breezy. I guess it’s way, way different when it’s your wedding. Us girls, we’re wired this way. When guys see the big picture, the ladies see the parts to a sum. These two very different vantage points can cause friction. I tell you, it’s not just rainbows and butterflies. The road to your happily ever after starts here and it’s quite a ride.

Just as there have been blogs coming out dealing with the not so Johnson & Johnson rose-colored version of motherhood, there’s the real deal about planning – the fun and the dreadful parts to make that one day you’ve imagined all your life as a girl come true. 

At times, I find it outrageous how I try to nitpick on things that may go unnoticed. Ran into this article from The Huffington Post which brought me back to the ground:

As I think back on the hundred-plus weddings I’ve photographed, I want to emphasize this:

Every wedding is perfect.

I love a good party.

I love a bride in the most elaborate, fancy, princess-y dress you’ve ever dreamed of.

I love custom chuppahs and embroidered aisle runners and matchy-matchy bridesmaids dresses.

I love to photograph flowers and shoes.

But you know why I REALLY do what I do?

To photograph your parents, who will hold hands and cry on the first row of the chapel. To photograph your sister dancing with that boy she will marry in three years. To photograph those kids who will grow up so, so quickly. To photograph your grandfather, who will pass away next spring. To photograph your first kiss as a married couple, your best friend busting out her signature dance moves, the flower girl asleep under a table, and maybe even your ex looking pretty wistful as he hugs you a little too long in the receiving line.

You already know: your cake will disappear in less than an hour, your flowers will wilt before the ceremony ends, and that uncomfortable tux will go back to the rental place in the morning. But those photos… they’re gonna be there forever. You’ll have them when your own kids are born, when you have the biggest fight ever with your partner and need to be reminded of how much you really love each other, when your parents pass away and you realize the last time you danced with them was at your wedding…

So, nothing against the wedding magazines and blogs and their endless, passionate quest for “perfect” detail shots. PLEASE: throw the party of your lives with every. single. detail. EXACTLY as you dreamed it would be.

But my job — MY job — is to see past all that. My job is to give you photos that will remind you why you had that damn expensive party in the first place.

If you’re planning your wedding right now, please just close the magazine. Log out of Pinterest. And look at the person you want to grow old with. Remind yourself of why you’re doing this. And really CELEBRATE when that day comes. Don’t stress about your shoes or your cake or your flowers. Don’t stress about anything. When it’s all over, you will be married, and surrounded by the people who know you and love you most in the whole wide world.

I promise: that is the Perfect Wedding.

Times like these, I wish I was a guy! 🙂

XOXO,

Bride-to-be who doesn’t want to be a Bridezilla. 🙂

The 3-year itch

Clocked in at 10, can’t wait for 7.

The 9-hour wait is an agony.

Things I used to do in a heartbeat seem like a struggle.

Oh dream job, when did you start to feel like a chore?

Before, every morning I felt rejuvenated

Like a pre-schooler who’s giddy for class.

Now, mornings feel like I’m preparing for battle.

Hey soldier, go pick up your sword.

End of an era, this is how it feels.

My sturdy wall is crumbling

My everyday sanity warriors are going

Everyone’s leaving in this diaspora of sort.

Maybe it’s the environment that’s sucking the life out of me

Or the fear of an impending doom.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been here a bit too long

the 3-year itch you’ve come and I’ve a feeling you’ve won.