Save The Dates!

Well, this is the beginning of the end. After spending months looking at save the date patterns/options, and hemming and hawing over which engagement pictures to use, Steven and I finally ordered our save the dates. Just yesterday I got my email to confirm the professional changes that had been made so that they can go to the printer! That's probably what brought on: Rachel's First Wedding Nightmare.

According to my internet search, this is a common thing. But it doesn't make you feel better knowing that when you have over a year left til the wedding. That leaves the possibility of more than 400 wedding nightmares between today and "I do!". That blows. I can only guess that this was brought on by the combination of stress from being forced to commit to a save the date and the large glass of Cat Wine I drank before bed. 

For roughly $10, this wine was actually pretty good.
Cost Plus World Market for the win!

The dream began like this: I'm being marched into my wedding, surrounded by ladies from the Marching Lumberjacks (many of whom will not actually be AT my wedding because the venue is so small, so this should have been a clue that this wasn't real). Also, having already booked my venue (one of the few things I have already taken care of), it should have been another solid clue that being marched into a theater for my wedding meant that this wasn't real. But with all dreams, I fell for it for at least a time.

I was paraded into the building, amid loud claps from the audience, but I paused with uncertainty before they could get me through the door that lead to the theater the wedding was being held in. I paused and thought to myself, "Am I ready for this?" It occurred to me that I couldn't remember any of the plans I'd made. 

"I don't remember what song I'm walking out to!" I thought to myself with panic. 

Someone came up and handed me two small bouquets of flowers that didn't match, and as I looked down I realized my dress had a long pink stain down the front and right in the middle of the dress. I held the flowers to cover the stain and began thinking.

"Do I need all of the things I had forgotten?" I decided that I did need some of them. I told the ladies around me that I needed a little time to find those things.

I ran out of the theater and began to look around. The area around the theater was a carnival. I wandered the carnival, my long white dress trailing behind me, looking for solutions to the things I had forgotten. I had no flowers. I had no music. I had no photographer. I remembered that I had forgotten to get my dress fitted, so it fit just fine on the bottom but the top was too big. I wandered for what seemed like ages, having eventually forgotten what I was looking for.

"Oh, right! I'm getting married!" I raced back to the theater. 

Back in the building, I arrived at the door to the theater. The girls opened the door again, and I looked inside. The audience was full of every important person I'd ever known. My high school teachers, college professors, all there. I looked to the front of the room, and I saw Steven standing, waiting for me, dressed in a grey suit with his groomsmen lined up next to him. I looked up at him and thought, "Do I need those things?" If I walked in right then, I would get married without music, flowers, or a photographer to capture the moment. 

I realized that Steven had waited for me while I looked for those things because I had felt like we needed them.

I walked inside.