Road trip. Vegas. Elvis impersonator.
Okay, so that's my own elopement dream, not a suggestion, but dang, everything one has to go through to get married in ANY religious tradition gives me the shakes. Too much pressure, too many rules.
Y'all, I had the craziest, most disturbing dream last night I've had in years. I'm afraid it was a reaction to the Valium. Has anyone ever heard of that happening? There are a lot of "calming" herbs like valerian that I can't take because of nightmares, but if I get to the point I can't take a Valium anymore without having a nightmare, that will be bad.
Road trip. Vegas. Elvis impersonator.
Oh, we've talked about that idea. Or, more generally, eloping. Prolly won't, because we do want our immediate families there, and I can't see everyone packing up and going to Vegas.
Recipe for Gluten free "Chips Ahoy" style cookies.
Maybe I'm too practical or not romantic enough, but a wedding is only one day. A marriage is (supposed to be) a lifetime.
That said, the proper default role for a groom's father at a wedding is to stay seated and keep his mouth shut unless offering a toast to the happy couple. Or if he's paying for things.
Recipe for Gluten free "Chips Ahoy" style cookies.
Oooh, that looks really easy! And I have all the ingredients. Maybe this is a chance to try out the Trader Joe's GF flour (which I suspect is just King Arthur GF flour, repackaged).
Maybe I'm too practical or not romantic enough, but a wedding is only one day. A marriage is (supposed to be) a lifetime.
Pretty much how I feel. I don't really care about being a *bride*; I care about being his wife. I don't care about having a wedding; I care about being married.
Look, as long as no one co-opts your wedding and you end up with a powder blue sheet cake with Precious Moments bride & groom salt & pepper shakers and artificial flowers that says, "Sprinkles of Love," you'll be fine.
I mean, purely hypothetically.
