289 days to go
Something about my visit to New York this past weekend made my wedding seem so real. I’ve been engaged for 5 months already so you’d think I would’ve had this epiphany a long time ago. Yet for as long as we’ve been going through the motions of wedding planning, I've just sort of felt like we’ve been going through the motions of wedding planning.
On Saturday night I experienced the same feeling I felt on the day I got engaged. Jittery and not hungry. I’m usually somewhat jittery so that wasn’t such a big deal. On the other hand, my appetite rarely fails me. But there I was at Fresco by Scotto, joined by my parents and the future in-laws, poking at the halibut on my plate and picking at the noodles on my fiancee’s (his dishes always look so much better than mine). For a second I thought maybe my body was warning me not to indulge. Italian food and the bridal diet don’t really jive afterall. But it became clear as we studied the menu and talked about what we would be serving at our rehearsal dinner at this very restaurant only a few seasons from now, this was the real deal.
There were a lot of things this past weekend that elevated my wedding alertness state. I took M’s parents to see our wedding venue. And even with renovation in full swing- the carpets in shreds and the curtains in shambles, for the first time I envisioned just how everything would be. I also fell in love with a florist. I said modern and classic, she said orchids and the ideas just flew from there. Don’t be surprised if she ends up a bridesmaid. Speaking of which, after a morning of pampering and gossiping at Paul Labrecque on the UWS, my childhood friend MB became an official member of my bridal party.
More than anything else – what really gave me that “Whoa, I’m getting married” feeling, was the family brunch. Matt’s parents met the whole mishpucha – my nana, my aunts, my uncles, my great uncles, my cousins, my cousins-in-law, my future cousin-in-law, my baby cousins, my newborn cousins…Everyone. We’re all family now. It just hit me.
On Saturday night I experienced the same feeling I felt on the day I got engaged. Jittery and not hungry. I’m usually somewhat jittery so that wasn’t such a big deal. On the other hand, my appetite rarely fails me. But there I was at Fresco by Scotto, joined by my parents and the future in-laws, poking at the halibut on my plate and picking at the noodles on my fiancee’s (his dishes always look so much better than mine). For a second I thought maybe my body was warning me not to indulge. Italian food and the bridal diet don’t really jive afterall. But it became clear as we studied the menu and talked about what we would be serving at our rehearsal dinner at this very restaurant only a few seasons from now, this was the real deal.
There were a lot of things this past weekend that elevated my wedding alertness state. I took M’s parents to see our wedding venue. And even with renovation in full swing- the carpets in shreds and the curtains in shambles, for the first time I envisioned just how everything would be. I also fell in love with a florist. I said modern and classic, she said orchids and the ideas just flew from there. Don’t be surprised if she ends up a bridesmaid. Speaking of which, after a morning of pampering and gossiping at Paul Labrecque on the UWS, my childhood friend MB became an official member of my bridal party.
More than anything else – what really gave me that “Whoa, I’m getting married” feeling, was the family brunch. Matt’s parents met the whole mishpucha – my nana, my aunts, my uncles, my great uncles, my cousins, my cousins-in-law, my future cousin-in-law, my baby cousins, my newborn cousins…Everyone. We’re all family now. It just hit me.
posted by TLK @ 6:29 AM
1 Comments:
At 6:47 AM,
Anonymous said…
The weekend was awesome and u described it so well! We are very excited and can't wait to celebrate and plan all the festivities.
Love Marcia
Your future mother in law
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