First reality check: 199 days until I am Mrs. Kevin Coffey. How cool is that?
Second reality check: Wedding planning is hard. I mean hard.
And stressful, did I mention stressful? Wowza.
Thankfully, I have a wonderful fiancé who is more than happy to stop what he’s doing and help me…or give me a back massage if I need. Mainly he’s great at reminding me to stay on target if ever I lose course. That target is, of course, just marrying him…and for him, marrying me.
Before I met Kevin…what excited me most about getting married was getting a beautiful diamond ring, wearing this fairy tale wedding dress and having a beautiful reception. Of course, getting married to the guy was up there, too. But until Kevin, I hadn’t met “the one.” So my mind was preoccupied with the dress, the cake, the decorations, the ring.
And while those things are still important (and sometimes overwhelming), the main thing I remind myself when I feel overwhelmed, is that at the end of this all, I’m going to be married to my best friend and soul mate. How cheesy does that sound? So really, who cares the type of flower I choose? Or the cake? Or the entrée? In 20 years from now, will it really matter? Probably not.
But as stressful as they are, this wedding is fun to plan also. It’s a great chance to get to know Kevin even better than I do. It’s a chance to spend time with my mom and flex my creative side.
All in all, wedding planning going great.
We’ve got a date locked down (Aug. 17). We’ve booked the church (St. Thomas More) and the priest. We’ve booked the reception site and the caterer. We figured out a DJ and our photographer (she’s probably the most talented photographer I’ve ever seen).
And I found my dress.
Boy, what an occasion that was. It took me one afternoon. A mere two hours. There was a girl trying dresses on when I arrived…and she was still trying them on as we were leaving. My sister must have passed the wedding dress shopping luck on to me (as she also found hers at the same store in one afternoon).
It was the weirdest sensation, trying on the dress I knew was for me. It was one of those days I’ve been dreaming of for a long time. I’ve gone with friends and my sister to watch them try on dresses. I couldn’t wait for my day – and I swear it was better than I ever thought. I wish my sister could’ve been there…but thank God for Skype, right?
The second my mom helped finish tying the dress up (it was the last one brought into my dressing room) and we walked out of the dressing room, my cousin and best friend (and sister via Skype) gasped. I knew by their faces that it was good…it felt good – and looked good looking down at myself. But I don’t know…I guess I just wasn’t prepared for when I stepped up on the pedestal. The bridal shop lady put a veil on me. And that’s when my mom burst into tears.
Then I did. Then my best friend did. We’d found it.
The lady didn’t seem surprised. She was full of smiles. Tears must be a pretty common reaction in a bridal shop.
Each and every time I go to my parents, I steal away into my sister’s old bedroom and take a glance at it as it hangs in its bag in the closet. I softly touch the fine needlework and fantasize about walking down the aisle and the look I’ll see on Kevin’s face when he sees me for the first time. It’s all I can think about.
And then I shake my head and remind myself we have a little over six months to keep planning.
Next is cake testing, then to pick out flowers. We also have to figure out a limousine for the wedding party…bridesmaid dresses, accessories, centerpieces, etc. But I think we’ve done pretty well so far considering we’ve been engaged not even two months yet.
I can’t wait to keep pushing forward. And I am so excited to write “Ashlee Coffey” for the very first time…legitimately.
I’ll keep you all posted.