Letters from an Anonymous Friend are written by my long time friend and former college roommate who’d rather keep her identity secret. Also, I’d like to note that I turned her 10 page post into a series, so this post is part 1. So get ready to read and I’ll be back NEXT WEEK on the 27th! All I have to say is I found out this summer that someone in my husband’s family has a real triple nipple and I took a picture of it.
Anyone who’s ever had to do any type of wedding planning say, “Aye!”
My sister got married this summer and planning/coordinating the whole thing was -hands down- the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Mostly because I had nooo idea what I was doing.
Remember Valentine Boy? He’s now my brother-in-law now! Not that he seemed anything less from the start, but now it’s official, legal and morally binding. It’s weird, but at the same time I couldn’t see it any other way.
Well, once my sister returned home from student teaching in late June, she, my mom and I hit the ground running with wedding planning because guess how much time we had until the big day???
5 ½ weeks!!!
Sure, phone calls were made previously and ordering the wedding invitations was set in motion, but to actually go out and do the leg work? Holy cow! That’s a lot of work! Seriously, hands down, planning a wedding is probably the most stressful check off list in existence!
My mom knew what a wedding was all about, having planned 3 of them before, so she made sure my sister was aware of everything that needed to be done, but because she had to work (you know, to pay the bills and all) she had to take a back seat to actually doing most of it, which killed her because this was her baby’s wedding and she wanted to be more a part of it.
So, mom brought up a wedding item, my sister made the choice, and I drove her around to get it done. It was crazy, but at the same time it was very special because this was my baby sister’s wedding. She’s one of my best friends; time was limited and we would never pass this way again.
Well, between alterations, cake testing (mom made sure she was there for that one!), doctor appointments, ordering platters, stuffing and stamping wedding invitations, determining décor, buying the food, figuring out what we had to rent/buy/borrow for the reception, finding a place for the future in-laws to stay (a drama in and of itself), preparing for the current sister-in-law to fly out so she could help, and ten million other little details- including a Bridal Shower- I don’t know how we all didn’t spontaneously combust.
Seriously, it’s a miracle!