There is something so special and sacred about witnessing a couple’s union. A moment so pure and beautiful where in that moment you believe in love and all things special. In essence that special moment where two people declare their undying love for one another can never be recreated.
There are so many things I love about weddings. Sometimes I fall in love with the details. Sometimes it’s the flowers. Or the cake. Or the take-your-breath away kiss. Sometimes, it’s the totally handmade affairs that completely steals my heart. The weddings where you can see all of the love, all of the fun, all of the passion that went into crafting each and every detail.
Today, I have fallen head over heels with my groom, again of course.
I envisioned designing a wedding that would sparkle. My vision for my wedding makes me smile from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. And I just know it will do the same for my guests. He envisioned….well nothing….just me I guess.
I have heard horror stories about wedding planning, how it tears couples apart. In many ways it has brought us closer. He listens to countless hours of “wedding talk” where I obsess over just about everything.
He reads the countless emails, always ready to give an opinion, always ready to view proofs look at colors, looks at options and make decisions or agree with my decisions.
I love him because he has been my wedding planning buddy.
When I took out a personal vendetta on chair covers and sashes and declared I would not attend a wedding without chiavarri chairs, he told me to order them. When the budget turned into a monster he didn’t even break a sweat.
While I am looking forward to seeing my wedding vision unfold; the flowers, up lighting, the details and putting on my beautiful dress.
The moment I truly can’t wait for is when the doors to the ceremony room open, that special song plays and I look down the aisle and see the face of the man who loves me and loved me enough to declare it to the world.
While there are so many things to be thankful for, I am most thankful that God blessed me with a man who loves and adores me even when I don’t deserve it.
There are so many things I love about weddings. Sometimes I fall in love with the details. Sometimes it’s the flowers. Or the cake. Or the take-your-breath away kiss. Sometimes, it’s the totally handmade affairs that completely steals my heart. The weddings where you can see all of the love, all of the fun, all of the passion that went into crafting each and every detail.
Today, I have fallen head over heels with my groom, again of course.
I envisioned designing a wedding that would sparkle. My vision for my wedding makes me smile from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. And I just know it will do the same for my guests. He envisioned….well nothing….just me I guess.
I have heard horror stories about wedding planning, how it tears couples apart. In many ways it has brought us closer. He listens to countless hours of “wedding talk” where I obsess over just about everything.
He reads the countless emails, always ready to give an opinion, always ready to view proofs look at colors, looks at options and make decisions or agree with my decisions.
I love him because he has been my wedding planning buddy.
When I took out a personal vendetta on chair covers and sashes and declared I would not attend a wedding without chiavarri chairs, he told me to order them. When the budget turned into a monster he didn’t even break a sweat.
While I am looking forward to seeing my wedding vision unfold; the flowers, up lighting, the details and putting on my beautiful dress.
The moment I truly can’t wait for is when the doors to the ceremony room open, that special song plays and I look down the aisle and see the face of the man who loves me and loved me enough to declare it to the world.
While there are so many things to be thankful for, I am most thankful that God blessed me with a man who loves and adores me even when I don’t deserve it.
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