I have officially discovered the origin of the family fight. A wedding. As soon as Jared slipped that gorgeous ring on my finger, all hell broke loose. And by broke loose, I mean everyone's hopes, dreams, expectations, desires, and needs came spilling out into my little life, disrupting my world and my sense of peace entirely. We have basically discussed (argued) over everything....the location of the wedding, the guest list, the date, the minister, the color the sky is to be that day, the number of degrees racked up on the thermostat on the big day. I think we have come up with a good compromise. Jared and I will have a nice wedding in Birmingham and then Mom and Dad will host a big party about 6 months later in Nashville. Fine with me.
Now, on to my version of my wedding. I'm thinking the B&A warehouse with bright colors and lots of sparkly lights. Good friends and lots of laughter. I hope it's a fun time. And in some ways, I hope it is over with quickly because there is a lot of responsibility and planning that goes into a wedding. Drum roll please....I am going wedding dress shopping on Saturday. It is all very surreal. Very, very, very surreal. I am so excited, I can barely stand it.
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