the Knot dot com is telling me that there are only 543 days until my wedding.
I’d love to cop out and say that I have no idea what I’m doing. The problem is, I think I actually do know. At least for myself.
It might have been easier to have given my mom free reign to do whatever she likes, to let her attempt to encompass the flavor and style of Brandon and I. Or even to offend everyone and run off. But instead we’ve realized that we do want to celebrate that moment our way, and share it with the ones we love. I know I’ve hurt some feelings already with some of the choices made, but I hope this explains better where I’m coming from.
I know I said I wasn’t going to blog about wedding stuff because there are so few who really care my about my inner turmoil over what flavor of cake we should get. I think though, I will go crazy if I don’t write. And hopefully in 544 days a happy ending to this story will emerge.