Planning a wedding is stressful, and my daughter talked about it yesterday. I assured her everything would go right enough and little glitches are to be expected. Though I never had a wedding event my self (eloping the first time and having 12 people the second time), I've been through 3 with my kids. And let me tell you, there is stress. Thinking about all the pieces of the puzzle to fit them together, being unsure of what decisions to make and when, imagining how things will look and feel and discovering reality is a different experience.
Girls are hyped up about this from toddlerhood. The princess obsession turns into the bride/princess dream, and it's disconcerting to discover how crass and discouraging the real process is. People are pushing you to buy more, that you'll be more beautiful, the pictures more lovely, your day more perfect. No day is perfect, not even a wedding day. There is the tear in the dress, the broken zipper, the heels that kill your feet, the drunk bridegroom, the touchy/feely guest, and hairdo that falls apart, the spilling of the wine on the mother of the bride, the flowergirl in tears: need I go on?
I hope my daughter can hear right speech, which shares funny goofs and reminds her she'll still be married at the end of the day, and she can laugh about it later, instead of listening to greed and bad advice and judgement. I keep reminding her to have fun, and for a moment yesterday, when she chose lingerie in a lovely pale pink, I could see she was imagining her groom's pleasure when he saw her. That moment was priceless.
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