6 Months...182 days...4388 hours...263321 minutes. It seems like such a long time, but it so isn't.
Why am I thinking about this amount of time you ask? Well, it's 6 months to the day away from when I'll be marrying the man of my dreams...my absolute best friend...my soul mate. So many things are going to happen between now and then. For example, there's Christmas, New Year's, and countless other holidays. There's also my birthday and Dan's birthday, as well as many other friends parties and dinners to attend for their special days. There's the new addition, new adjustments and new memories. Not to mention the cake tasting, dress fittings and dj meetings.
And I can't wait for all of it. I can't wait to walk down that isle. I can't wait to slip that ring on Dan's finger (not to mention have him slip my bands on me!). I can't wait to see friends and family and get all dolled up, and cry as I kiss my HUSBAND!! It's all going to be amazing.
As I head off to bed, I can't help but think I only have 182 more nights of sleeping as a Coons (more on this in another post...look for that one soon). In 183 days I'll be falling asleep as Mrs. Munson...woah.
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
And the best bride award goes to...ME!
Wow! So much has changed since my last post. Let's see, I got my DREAM dress!! Fell in love with it the second I put it on, and was dead set on getting it! I couldn't get it off my mind the whole appointment! I think we knew it was the one when I looked at Dan's mom and told her I could see myself marrying her son in that dress (cue the tissues for all of us!). It was a great moment.
Also, our parents all met and it went GREAT! All the anxiety I had about it went out the window, which felt awesome! They all got along really well, and have been talking on e-mail! I couldn't be happier, and can't wait for us all to be together again around Christmas!
Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I would give myself the (arguably arrogant--go ahead and think whatever you want) honor of Best Bride. Well, let me explain myself, as I didn't completely self assign the title myself. I guess we'll rewind time to the summertime of 2010. I was asked to be in (we'll leave it at that since my title "changed"...apparently I misread bridesmaid and saw maid of honor...anyways) a wedding that my then friend was having this past October. I went down to Albany to look at dresses with her, and that day, she found the one she loved. I proceeded to buy it, spending $140ish dollars I did not have, but knowing it was what she wanted, and being a bridesmaid, wanted to do whatever I could to make her day perfect. A few weeks later she decided against that dress, and asking us girls to get different one. Apparently I was the only one who had bought the first one, and therefore the only one feeling the financial burden of having to buy not one, but two dresses at this point. Explaining to this individual I couldn't afford a second dress at that time (we're still months away from the wedding at this point) but could do something in the near future, I was, without warning, automatically kicked out of the wedding and replaced in a matter of minutes. I was beyond hurt, crushed and confused, but I found comfort in the fact that I couldn't pull money out of the air (something I thought this person would understand), and if our friendship was defined by dollar signs, maybe it wasn't a friendship I wanted to be a part of. Never the less, I was very upset it was so easy to "replace" me and have me miss out on that day.
Fast forward to this week. It had always been on my mind how hard it was to come up with the money for the original bridesmaid's dress I purchased. It was even harder knowing I bought something I knew I would never use again (it is in fact still in my closet--tags on). Throughout my wedding planning, I had always expressed to Dan, my mom, etc. that I hated asking my best friends to spend that kind of money, but was always reassured that it was what was done, and entirely acceptable. Well that didn't fly with me. So, for the past few weeks I've been pulling crazy overtime at my job to save up some money. When asked, I told everyone I wanted the money to spend on Christmas gifts, when really I had something else in mind.
My girls and I showed up at the bridal salon to try on a few dresses this past Monday, and ultimately decided on the one we purchased (which was a unanimous decision thank goodness). As all of the girls were heading up to the register to pay, I asked them all to step back as I wanted to talk to them. I confirmed they all loved the dresses, and told them how happy and thankful I was that they were all going to be there for me. As a thank you for being such amazing friends, I told them I wanted to pay for their dresses. Of course I was met with the no's and absolutely not's, but luckily for me I had already given my card to the lady at the register, and the transaction was already done. My best friend and maid of honor began to cry, giving me a huge hug and telling me how much that meant to her as spending $160 dollars on a dress wasn't feasible for her currently. Of course, at that point, everyone began to tear up, sharing similar stories, hugs were shared, and the consult told the girls how lucky they were to have a bride like me (thus where the title of Best Bride came in--that's what she told me I was)...I assured her I am the lucky one to have such amazing friends in them. It was a great moment, and one I will cherish forever...
I'm not one to let this wedding come in between any friendships--it's not that important. I love every single member of my bridal party, as well as all those attending the wedding and I really am fortunate to have such amazing people in my life. I love each and every one of you!
Only 196 more days... =)
Also, our parents all met and it went GREAT! All the anxiety I had about it went out the window, which felt awesome! They all got along really well, and have been talking on e-mail! I couldn't be happier, and can't wait for us all to be together again around Christmas!
Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I would give myself the (arguably arrogant--go ahead and think whatever you want) honor of Best Bride. Well, let me explain myself, as I didn't completely self assign the title myself. I guess we'll rewind time to the summertime of 2010. I was asked to be in (we'll leave it at that since my title "changed"...apparently I misread bridesmaid and saw maid of honor...anyways) a wedding that my then friend was having this past October. I went down to Albany to look at dresses with her, and that day, she found the one she loved. I proceeded to buy it, spending $140ish dollars I did not have, but knowing it was what she wanted, and being a bridesmaid, wanted to do whatever I could to make her day perfect. A few weeks later she decided against that dress, and asking us girls to get different one. Apparently I was the only one who had bought the first one, and therefore the only one feeling the financial burden of having to buy not one, but two dresses at this point. Explaining to this individual I couldn't afford a second dress at that time (we're still months away from the wedding at this point) but could do something in the near future, I was, without warning, automatically kicked out of the wedding and replaced in a matter of minutes. I was beyond hurt, crushed and confused, but I found comfort in the fact that I couldn't pull money out of the air (something I thought this person would understand), and if our friendship was defined by dollar signs, maybe it wasn't a friendship I wanted to be a part of. Never the less, I was very upset it was so easy to "replace" me and have me miss out on that day.
Fast forward to this week. It had always been on my mind how hard it was to come up with the money for the original bridesmaid's dress I purchased. It was even harder knowing I bought something I knew I would never use again (it is in fact still in my closet--tags on). Throughout my wedding planning, I had always expressed to Dan, my mom, etc. that I hated asking my best friends to spend that kind of money, but was always reassured that it was what was done, and entirely acceptable. Well that didn't fly with me. So, for the past few weeks I've been pulling crazy overtime at my job to save up some money. When asked, I told everyone I wanted the money to spend on Christmas gifts, when really I had something else in mind.
My girls and I showed up at the bridal salon to try on a few dresses this past Monday, and ultimately decided on the one we purchased (which was a unanimous decision thank goodness). As all of the girls were heading up to the register to pay, I asked them all to step back as I wanted to talk to them. I confirmed they all loved the dresses, and told them how happy and thankful I was that they were all going to be there for me. As a thank you for being such amazing friends, I told them I wanted to pay for their dresses. Of course I was met with the no's and absolutely not's, but luckily for me I had already given my card to the lady at the register, and the transaction was already done. My best friend and maid of honor began to cry, giving me a huge hug and telling me how much that meant to her as spending $160 dollars on a dress wasn't feasible for her currently. Of course, at that point, everyone began to tear up, sharing similar stories, hugs were shared, and the consult told the girls how lucky they were to have a bride like me (thus where the title of Best Bride came in--that's what she told me I was)...I assured her I am the lucky one to have such amazing friends in them. It was a great moment, and one I will cherish forever...
I'm not one to let this wedding come in between any friendships--it's not that important. I love every single member of my bridal party, as well as all those attending the wedding and I really am fortunate to have such amazing people in my life. I love each and every one of you!
Only 196 more days... =)
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