Okay, so I feel as if there are a million things I could update about but I don't really get into capturing every tiny detail about this process. I will tell you this: we began registering, we bought a house (this one will perhaps get an entire entry one day), Cody's attire is 90% certain, and my flowers are chosen and booked.
Beyond these things, I have also decided on a tradition that I assume will begin and end with my wedding experience. I am so very excited about the gathering of people that I hope will take place at my wedding. I want friends and family to gather and talk and laugh and celebrate life and love and all of that good stuff. I want my parents to be proud and happy for what Cody and I have accomplished. I want friends to be reunited after too long. I want all of this. I want my guests to walk away from our wedding feeling like they have truly had a good time. However, I also want Cody and me to walk away from our wedding feeling as if there were some special moments just for me and him. In the craziness of that day, I am certain it will be easy for me (not Cody because nothing stresses him out) to be crazy and flustered and frustrated with the chaos of the entire situation. Because I know I have a tendency to be a bit serious (this is code for mean) under pressure, I have found in the ever-reaching wedding blogosphere (is this a word?) a tradition that I absolutely love the idea of.
In traditional Jewish weddings, the bride and groom steal away for a few minutes after the ceremony is finished and they are alone in a room. It is called a Yichud (I could very well be using this term incorrectly) and the idea is that the bride and groom can presumably be together alone for the first time since they are now married (I'd like to think this is when Jews have sex for the first time, just for the sake of the story). I want to do this (not the have sex in a room moments after I get married part, but the be alone with Cody after the ceremony part). I want for me and Cody to sit and breathe and giggle alone for just a few minutes while the hustle and bustle of the day continues without us. I want to hear his commentary about the ceremony and hold his hand with his wedding band between my fingers and tell him he looks dashing in his recently selected wedding attire and just be for a minute with him to bask in the greatness of that fleeting moment. The older I get the more I realize I run through life like a crazy person and rarely stop to take it all in. Just once and only for a second I want to be forced to take it all in.
So I have decided that Cody and I will steal a little tradition from the Jews. We will sneak off for a moment of reflection so that neither of us look back and wonder where the day went, even though I am certain we will both do that anyway. I think I will put CP in charge of the selection of the sneaking off place. He's always been good at that sort of stuff. Go Jews! Until next time...
Monday, January 25, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
"Not the Bow Type"
I'm sick of planning this wedding. I'm sick of the tiny details that I have to make a decision about, despite the fact that I care nothing about those details. I want other people to tell me what will look the best or sound the best or be the best. And yet, at the exact time I want to make every single decision there is to be made, because let's be honest, I am the best decision maker there is.
On that note, I went to rent chair covers and a dance floor this weekend with my parents. We walked into this store where we were bombarded by chaos of wedding crap everywhere. There was pink and purple and red and every lovey color you could think of attacking me from every direction. There were all of these bubbly, giddy chicks asking for the most cliche crap to set off their cliche weddings. I was a bit overwhelmed and certainly uninterested in the process. At the beginning of this process, I didn't realize my Saturday afternoons would be devoted to chair covers.
Nonetheless, Misty swoops in to tell my parents and me my colors are impossible to order and that I am already way behind on booking all of these things. We proceed to learn about the exhilarating topic of chair covers when Misty has the nerve to ask me if I'd like bows on the back of my chairs. Before I even had a chance to open my mouth all the way, she says, "You don't look like the bow type." What in the heck is that supposed to mean? Am I not the bow type because I don't want a chocolate fountain and fluffy pink crap on every inch of my wedding? Am I not the bow type because I wasn't excited about chair covers on a Saturday? Am I not the bow type because I did not plan my wedding when I was eleven and a half years old and in love with Billy Bob who sat three rows up and to the left of me?
Ugh. Weddings. I don't know what I think about this entire process. The more I thought about my experience with chair covers and Misty's unwarranted analysis of what type of person I am, the more I realized perhaps me not being the bow type is the least of this. Am I even the wedding type? Am I the big white dress type? Am I the all eyes on me type? I don't know. I'm not sure if this wedding is what I (or more importantly we) want, or if it's what everyone else wants so we are doing it too.
Since this experience with chair covers, I have tried to step back from the planning frenzy and find my way back to me and Cody. Because I don't think I alone am the wedding type girl. But that is why I love Cody Prater, because with Cody by my side I realize I am a wedding girl. I am the big white dress, all eyes on me, someone take my picture type of person, because Cody and I together are worth celebrating. I will wear that big white dress and I will wear it as good as, no, better than everybody else. There is one wedding in store for me, God willing, and Cody and I are going to do it upright. Together we are very much worth gathering in the name of love and happiness and all that is good in this world.
So no, Misty, I am NOT the bow type. But for this one day in history, I am going to be that bride that embodies what being a bride is about, whether there are bows involved or not.
On that note, I went to rent chair covers and a dance floor this weekend with my parents. We walked into this store where we were bombarded by chaos of wedding crap everywhere. There was pink and purple and red and every lovey color you could think of attacking me from every direction. There were all of these bubbly, giddy chicks asking for the most cliche crap to set off their cliche weddings. I was a bit overwhelmed and certainly uninterested in the process. At the beginning of this process, I didn't realize my Saturday afternoons would be devoted to chair covers.
Nonetheless, Misty swoops in to tell my parents and me my colors are impossible to order and that I am already way behind on booking all of these things. We proceed to learn about the exhilarating topic of chair covers when Misty has the nerve to ask me if I'd like bows on the back of my chairs. Before I even had a chance to open my mouth all the way, she says, "You don't look like the bow type." What in the heck is that supposed to mean? Am I not the bow type because I don't want a chocolate fountain and fluffy pink crap on every inch of my wedding? Am I not the bow type because I wasn't excited about chair covers on a Saturday? Am I not the bow type because I did not plan my wedding when I was eleven and a half years old and in love with Billy Bob who sat three rows up and to the left of me?
Ugh. Weddings. I don't know what I think about this entire process. The more I thought about my experience with chair covers and Misty's unwarranted analysis of what type of person I am, the more I realized perhaps me not being the bow type is the least of this. Am I even the wedding type? Am I the big white dress type? Am I the all eyes on me type? I don't know. I'm not sure if this wedding is what I (or more importantly we) want, or if it's what everyone else wants so we are doing it too.
Since this experience with chair covers, I have tried to step back from the planning frenzy and find my way back to me and Cody. Because I don't think I alone am the wedding type girl. But that is why I love Cody Prater, because with Cody by my side I realize I am a wedding girl. I am the big white dress, all eyes on me, someone take my picture type of person, because Cody and I together are worth celebrating. I will wear that big white dress and I will wear it as good as, no, better than everybody else. There is one wedding in store for me, God willing, and Cody and I are going to do it upright. Together we are very much worth gathering in the name of love and happiness and all that is good in this world.
So no, Misty, I am NOT the bow type. But for this one day in history, I am going to be that bride that embodies what being a bride is about, whether there are bows involved or not.
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