minor battles

Planning a wedding is hard. It kind of never ends. It feels like it's this gigantic test you have to pass before you deserve to get married. It's like in the early Nintendo games: the bad guys just keep coming, and they get bigger and bigger and Mario and Luigi (I wonder who's who...) just have to keep fighting. Hiring a wedding planner is the equivalent of a warp whistle. Now wouldn't that have been cool.

Except of course that Andrew and I have this crazy idea that we can plan a wedding for under $12,000. (At first is was under $10,000, then under $11,000.............) The thing is, the expenses just can't keep going up. Our bank account just can't accomodate. And so we're always making choices - hard choices. We want to welcome our guests in style and in a way that suits our personality, our relationship and our guests. We want to honour our parents, and joyfully celebrate this once-in-a-lifetime day. We want to respect and love the people who are providing us with their services. And we want to make sure that we're going about the whole process in a way that's please to the Maker of Love Himself.

That's a tall order. Sometimes one or both of us gets a little frazzled. Or we start to think more about The Day than about The Relationship or The God who brought us to it. It's an interesting challenge trying to work on all those aspects simultaneously.