“Our wedding is going to be beautiful and wonderful and we’ll talk about it forever.”
I realized mid-way through this morning’s bar review lecture on partnerships (irony!) that getting married next July would present something of a conflict to Collin’s brother-in-law Matt (who also introduced us), who will be taking the bar exam next summer. So I thought, “Ok, fine, I guess we can get married July 30th, after the bar.” But that felt… so…. far…. away…. so close to August, and I never wanted to get married in the summer in the first place, and at this point I’m sure something else will come up that makes July 30th unavailable, and WHY DON’T WE JUST ELOPE?
[Is there a catchy blog term for those "WHY DON'T WE JUST ELOPE?" moments? There should be, and I hereby solicit recommendations. Perhaps we'll have a general election later.]
Anyway, I texted Collin, “Why don’t we just elope!?” I drove home. I found a package with Sarah‘s extra brooches for my bouquet on my front porch. I received an email from our wedding planner reminding us we have a meeting to lock down our venue and date this weekend. Collin had responded to the email earlier in the morning with something along the lines of: “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” [Like mother, like son.]
I was starting to remember the things about the wedding that make me feel really happy and excited.
And then Collin called. He asked me if I got his texts. I didn’t. One was from Matt, assuring us he will pass the bar even if we have our wedding mid-July. The next was the first line of this post. And Collin is right. Things will work out, and all of this stress (and all of that money) will be worth having loved ones with us when we start our marriage.
I should probably have Collin’s text printed on a business card and keep it in my wallet for all my future “why don’t we just elope?” moments.