Wow. Tonight it took me a solid five minutes to remember the line of wedding gowns that my dress ultimately came from. I could not, for the life of me, remember the words "Lee-Ann Belter." I had to do two google searches until I came up with it. I can't believe forgot that.
You know what this means, right? I'm free!
I enjoyed the wedding planning process, but man, I spent months developing fully formed opinions about reception tents, illuminated paper lanterns, cocktail napkins, hand-fasting cords, fan-shaped programs and do-it-yourself invitation designs. No regrets, but the pod people who came and took over my brain when I got engaged have officially released their hold. Ah, well.
EDITED TO ADD: Well, maybe not. The song Joel danced with his mom to just came on the radio. The bagpipe-y interlude made me weepy.