If at any time in your life someone has told you that planning a wedding is a joyful, magical experience, chances are shortly after they tell you that the lightning crashes in the background as they laugh manically. It is one of the most stressful events I have planned for, and I served four years in the military.
I speak ironically of course because I am not the main coordinator, my fiancé Sarah is. Which I’m grateful for because if I was the planner of the wedding we would be eloping in Vegas with Elvis as our officiate, accompanied by Marilyn Monroe and Michael Jackson as our witnesses. However, friends and family would find an issue with my plan so all proceedings have been deferred to my lovely wife-to-be.
Sarah has done a wonderful job planning a wedding with a seven-month timeframe. The only downfall has been that the time we do get to spend together is taken up with wedding stuff, which bores me to no end. Don’t get me wrong, I do help out in any way I can, but my attention span is only so long. My tedium is only fueled when more women are involved with the conversations. The other day at a bridal expo, Sarah and a florist had an ardent conversation about flowers for 45 minutes. My attention span escaped me after 10, mainly because I have nothing to add about floral arrangements. However, I tried my best to be attentive because it means a lot to Sarah.
Still, I believe Elvis would be the better route.