Wedding fever: I has it. June 3, 2009

As I stand here less then three weeks away from my panic inducing 25th birthday, I feel overwhelmed entirely by the fact that I am now “that age” where everybody I know is getting married. EVERYBODY!

I just went to a friend’s wedding two weekends ago and now have another one right around the corner for John’s sister. Last summer there were three, two of which I was in, and half of my graduating class is now either married or has very recently gotten engaged. Let me first say that I could not be happier for those that I care about  finding true, lifelong happiness- honestly. However, the whole process of this ‘engagement express’ that is your mid-twenties, has already started to reach points of mild insanity.

A few weeks back my dad was asking me the question that everybody does now: “When are you and John getting married?”. My response was the same that I’ve given for years when broached on this topic “I’m too young to get married”, I’ve said it so many times that anything else just seems illogical at this point. And yet, what my father said next manged to really startle me “You’re not that young, you’ll be 25 next month”. As much as I rarely, and I mean rarely, agree with my father, this time he might be a little right. Not that I’m saying that I want to get married right now or anything, but that maybe I’m finally at the age where something like that wouldn’t be so shocking or absurd.

That being said, I seem to have developed a nasty case of wedding fever. I can’t help it! With everyone around me infected there is no way of avoiding this plague forever. I’ve never been one to try to plan out my dream wedding as I feel that it’s just a way of setting yourself up for disappointment if you idealize everything for years, not to mention I believe that all wedding arrangements should be made as a team, with compromises all along the way. Because this isn’t just the bride’s day, but rather it should be a day that accurately portrays the union of two people, not just some stubborn, selfish little girl who doesn’t care about the opinion of the person who she supposedly loves the most. That rant aside…

I can blame this said “fever” almost squarely on John,  as he has brought up things that we will do for our wedding including debates over location (Indoors vs. outdoors- the feud rages on), the number of people we would invite (fairly small, no more than 75-100 people- if you aren’t actively in my life I’m not inviting you just so that you can indulge in a free meal and open bar). But mainly, the nail in the coffin was that he found the perfect, and I mean perfect, first dance song. (Which we have naturally slow danced to in our living room like in some cliched movie). Right now we’re just hoping that it doesn’t become massively popular and overplayed, thereby ruining it for us.

Now, I find myself thinking of what I would like my ring, dress, colors, flowers, and everything else to look like. I even thought of where I would love to get married, and even John agrees, it’s at the botanical conservatory here in Columbus. Super gorgeous with tons of plants and flowers and really amazing old architecture and artwork installations. Unfortunately I guess it’s really popular and thereby hard to get into, but I have a wonderful regular who’s a member of the board there so she could totally get me in. (Horray for connections!)

I would want to get married in this garden

And then we would have the reception in here

Needless to say that that idea is just a glorious fantasy and I don’t know if any of it would ever come to pass, but I’ve now become this crazy girl, obsessed with weddings, and planning out the details of mine despite the fact that I am years away from even a proposal.

Ughh! I’ve become such a girl I can’t stand it.