There is no such thing as a simple wedding…
Which makes sense because there is no such thing as a simple life (which doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea to work towards simplicity…I believe it’s called living in hopefulness)
Simple and small weddings turn into large and complicated weddings because life tends to do the same as we go about living it.
Who to invite, location, decorations, registries, Pinterest don’t get me started on this topic), food, drinks, showers, transportation, and the list goes on and on.
Oh, did I mention the lists? List after list of things to do and buy and organize and plan for…lots and lots of lists.
And all of this is mixed into a daily life that doesn’t always get the memo that something new is happening.
For what it’s worth, here is some advice based on what I’ve learned from our wedding.
Do not, under any circumstances, spend three weeks out of the month before the wedding with the flu, allergies, another virus and a relapse of the flu. You will try to soldier on, but end up spending hours in a fog losing every list and forgetting everything that everyone else thinks you are doing.
Being ill will result in you forgetting important things like the fact that people will be staying in your home and will need to eat meals. The house will not be cleaned and food will not be planned. Realizing that you forgot this fact just hours before the guests arrive will be a humbling experience to say the least.
Next, do not head out to the non-rehearsal dinner on a limited amount of sleep and leave the wedding cakes securely wrapped in saran-wrap in the center of the very tall kitchen island.
When you return home after a few glasses of wine, you will hear your oldest daughter asking from the kitchen, “Where are the cakes?”
You will answer, “On the kitchen counter wrapped in saran wrap where you left them.”
The cakes will not be there…or anywhere else that you search in your sleep-deprived state. You will search the oven, the microwave, the top of the closet, the laundry room, the bathroom and other ridiculous places before your husband thinks to go look under the ramp in the back yard.
Sure enough, there you will find the cardboard circles and the saran wrap, but no cakes. Even under intense interrogation, none of the dogs in the house will confess, or even explain, how they gained access to the cakes.
At midnight the night before the wedding, your husband will travel the 45 minutes to and from the grocery store to get more cake mix.
I would like to tell you that it is possible to handle this situation with grace and patience, or even with humor. I don’t know if it is possible. I do know that we did not.
And do not waste time lamenting the projects you did not get done. The signs that were unpainted and the decorations forgotten at the house. And by the way, no matter how much you plan, your errand runners will make the trip back to the house many, many times.
If you forget the marriage license, for example, someone can always kindly volunteer to run it to the pastor’s house the next week. Not that I would ever do something like that.
And most importantly, on the day of the wedding, when your daughter walks down the pathway with her beloved, just be in the moment.
Realize how beautiful she is and how happy she looks.
Know that it was all worth it.
And don’t worry about the fact that the Kleenex you are opening and using still has the clearance tag attached to the back of it.
The little stuff doesn’t matter.
It never does.