I hate to admit it. But yes, most of this wedding is about me. Trust me, boyface doesn't care about the difference between 'purple' and 'aubergine.' He doesn't care about peonies, or snowflakes, invitations or RSVP cards. And he shouldn't, these are things I care about because I'm me, and this is fun. But his side is a little purer than mine, isn't it? He listens to me talk about cake and table layouts and bridesmaid dresses because the guy knows that on this day filled with eggplant fabric and white peonies that he couldn't really give a shit about, he is going to marry me. And that is why he says "I'm excited." Not because we'll have pictures of centrepieces (squeal) or because aubergine pops out really well from the snow white table clothes (double squeal).
So... really, inspiration boards (too lazy to make) and wedding magazines be damned... he is really the greatest inspiration for this day. I wouldn't want to celebrate half as much as I do, I wouldn't want to go through all this trouble trying to figure out table layouts and ceremony wording if he wasn't so freakin exciting himself.
So while this wedding is one gigantic art project in the crazy right brained world I live in, at the end of the day you know what's the clearest image that I'm waiting to see? Our first kiss, our first dance, and our first pictures. Snowflakes on the tables are pretty great, and my centrepieces are going to be awesome. But, like my boyface, to me these little things are just things.
So... I'm done gushing now. I can't wait to sit down and do our hot cocoa jar favors. WOOT!
-Bo. J.
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