Mike proposed Wednesday, I said yes, and by Sunday I was already freaking
out
about the wedding.
It isn't like I'm one of those women who wants to live out her childhood dreams
of a fairytale wedding. In fact quite the opposite. My expectations are pretty
simple 1) I want everyone (including me) to have a good time. 2) I want it
to be a reasonable price 3) I want a cute
simple dress (perhaps in yellow)
Why is this so hard? I'm not sure. But Mike did a great job talking me down
out of my tree. He promises to help and to have opinions. Most important, I
know we won't lose sight of why we are doing this.
Because this is a second marriage for both of us, there were some expectations
that we would want to do this quickly and privately. It felt wonderful to have
Mike lean over and tell me that he loved me, wanted
to tell the world, and felt that something so important to us deserves some
pomp and circumstance. Le Sigh. I am a lucky woman.