It’s my 100th post and just a few more days until the Big Day! We were crafting and running errands like mad this weekend, but we got most everything done. We just have a few more big projects to finish up like the centerpieces, our “canopy” and… actually that might be it. Oh, and my favorite part – setting up candy for the candy buffet! We got over 40 pounds of various candies thanks to Costco for some amazing deals. I love a good deal.
Category Archives: wedding
Shall We Dance?
You know, Josh and I picked out our first dance surprisingly quickly considering neither of us are big dancers. As to deciding who leads while we dance… well that might be another issue. :p Perhaps some more practicing is in order. With all the skimming through MP3s, though, on trying to find good songs, I couldn’t help but think of ‘The King and I’ and how I still think it would be fantastically fun to recreate the scene where Deborah Kerr and Yul Brynner fly around the huge ballroom floor to ‘Shall We Dance’.
10 Days to Go!
Everyone think SUNSHINE! It’s been raining every weekend and the forecast doesn’t look good for the 10th. 🙁 Come on Minnesota weather – cooperate for once, would ya?
16 Days!
You know, I knew we were forgetting something with all of this wedding planning business. Apparently you need this piece of paper called a marriage license. Whoops! We somehow completely forgot about this, so we’ll be going to get one tonight.
I’m not looking forward to all of the paperwork in our future. The week after we get married I’ve got bust my buns to change my name and get new documentation as quickly as possible – the rush? Well, apparently when you buy a house, they want you to have everything as updated and current and correct as possible, so I’ve gotten 3 emails this week reminding me that I need to get it done right away before closing. Duly noted.
Holy crap… my name is going to change. It was weird filling out my “new” name on the wedding application in the section that says “Names of Parties After Marriage” – it did fill me with giddy, girlish excitement at the same time, though.
18 Days!!
I’m so excited to become a Mrs.!!
On that note, I’m going to leave you with romantic, sappy poetry. 🙂
SONNET LXIX
~ By Pablo Neruda
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we’ll be.
The Invitation
~by Oriah
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.