So this happened.
I’ve gotten married three times now. (Third time’s the charm, right?) It’s interesting to compare the three events, at different stages of my life. None of them have worked out the way they were supposed to.
This ceremony was supposed to be a big church wedding with a fabulous reception, in July. That didn’t work out, and now I’m glad. It wasn’t a botched elopement like my first wedding. It wasn’t a failed blowout (with the accompanying debt) like my second wedding. It was low-key and impromptu. We had the opportunity to get most of the Mister’s family in from out of state, so we invited close friends and family to join us. We took about 5 minutes before the BBQ was served to share our vows with the people most important to us. It was goofy, imperfect, and completely “us”. I couldn’t ask for more.
While there was a little pressure in coordinating the few things that needed coordinated, it was really fairly stress-free. A slight case of nerves while Munchkin and her BFF were doing my hair and makeup was probably unavoidable. However once the Mister and I were front and center, everything was good.
If things had gone according to the original plan, we’d have racked up quite a bit of debt and the associated stress would have most assuredly triggered a flare of my rheumatoid arthritis which isn’t even under control yet. So, as seems to be the case in my life, the Universe was looking out for me and while I didn’t get what I originally wanted, I got exactly what I needed.
Next will be the odyssey of changing my name for the last time.
