We've been tweakin'.
I never planned anything like this before, but I've watched as friends and co-workers have planned weddings. I've watched them stress, pace, become exhausted, and then sit with a blank look as they stared at the calendar, counting the days remaining.
Not something I wanted to ever go through. I'm too laid back. So laid back nowadays that I am only inches from falling into a coma. Wasn't always this way, but I am thankful I am now, otherwise I'd be going out of my ever lovin' mind.
The wedding will be at Old Sturbridge Village. This was not the first choice. The first choice was a meadow. OSV is better, it offers seating.
When we first came up with the idea to explore the possibility of a wedding at Old Sturbridge Village we treaded slowly. This would mean it would be a real function, not just moment in time flanked by vows and expressions of love.
It meant there would be place settings.
We, or more exactly, Mary, has become a Wedding Planner. From flowers, to colors, to music, to seating, to choosing the entre, and selecting the wedding cake, she has done it all.
I rented a tux.
Oh, I've thrown in my opinion now and again, but she has done most everything. Thank goodness, otherwise we'd be exchanging vows on unicycles in front of Mister Chuckles, the clown.
I believe ones personality actually plans a wedding. She is more stable, so the event will be wonderful, and my input has been carefully tempered. The Cat Juggler is out. The calliope is a no-go, and an antique organ will supply the wedding music.
The finger puppet wedding favors for the guests are history, too.
To be continued...