Yesterday I found the dress that I'm going to walk down the aisle in as Miss J and walk back out as Mrs. J. Wow. That's crazy. Just about immediately after walking out of the dress place, I think I started having an allergic reaction to committing to a dress. No issues committing to the man, just the dress. Or maybe my spring allergies were just acting up since the cotton wood trees have been out of control this week, whatevs. I got a little panicky, not going to lie. It reminded me of a time when calling a guy my "boyfriend" gave me the same panic. This chick right here used to have some serious commitment issues. I reached a point where I decided all men were dogs so I was just going to have fun with my family and friends and forget romance. All my friends were single at the time so what better time to just be single and enjoy our 20s right? and avoid a heart break or two or ten...
Yesterday reminded me of those funny times. I tried putting up walls only to realize when the time was right those walls would come tumbling down. And just at the right time, a good friend of mine reminded me that every little detail that I have been stressing over....which flower will be perfect, which piece of lace for the dress, which veil, which music....it's all going to come together. Our day is going to be a big celebration of love and commitment. It isn't about the "stuff".
And just like that the panic subsided. Any time I feel it creeping in, I just remind myself that everything is going to work itself out. Now if I can get my actual real allergies under control, everything will be perfect this week!
|As long as the 3 of us are there, it will be perfect|