So, I’m getting married!
It sounds weird saying that aloud, well in my mind…or essentially typing on my laptop. It’s not weird because I’m nervous to be someone’s wife, I’ve always wanted that (to be someone’s wife, and not just anyone, but my fiance’ is the only person, besides my celeb crushes, that I would ever think about marrying). No, it’s the fact that I am going to be a bride, something that I have never really cared about.
So, we am I planning a wedding? Well, because I don’t like events focused on me, and my poor dear mother does. I’m her only child. Her only daughter! Her doopleganger. Her pride and joy, literally – don’t get her started on all my accomplishments. But I have deprived this poor report card toting woman of most essential events: birthday parties, sweet sixteen, and a graduation party. This means the world to her!
I’ve always said “I’m going to elope” and she has always put on her fake “understanding” mom face and braved these statements, but being a former wedding planner and engaged to a wedding photographer is a huge blow to her.