Most people probably don't know this about me, but I'm kind of a control freak. I'm not sure where I learned this unappealing habit from but I wish I could get rid of it. I have not blogged in a while because this very habit- or lack of having any control has been consuming my life for the past week now. So for the last nine months my wonderul fiancé and I have been planning to have our wedding reception at his uncle's house. Did I mention his uncle is an architect and the house is insane; complete with a downstairs cellar full of wine racks, a two lane cosmic bowling alley, an amazing view, an outdoor bath on the roof, and so much more incredible features? So needless to say Max and I were so excited to have our reception here- plus it had always been Max's dream to have his wedding reception at his uncles house once it was done being built.
So nine months worth of planning were going amazingly well (seriously, not one issue at all!) until last Saturday night. Max's uncle had us meet him for wine- and then an atomic bomb was dropped on us. The house would not be ready in time for the wedding (it's been a 4 yr long project!) and we just stared at eachother dumbfounded. We could not believe it. So Max and his uncle sat at the table discussing alternative options for what seemed like forever, and I just sat there not speaking because if I did i knew i would start the ugly cry- you know the one where no one can understand you and you're voice suddenly drops deeply? So I sat there and nodded my head while the guys talked and it was time to leave. As Max and I walked to the car the tears started swelling up in my eyes and raced down my cheek. Then we got in the car and Max told me everything was going to be okay and that he was sad too. The whole car ride home was spent with me crying in his lap.
Why was this happening? Every married woman says something will go wrong when planning wedding stuff, but i was hoping it would be that I would spill wine on my dress or my mom would show up late- not this.
I just remember thinking to myself that this was a test from God and that I was going to try to handle it with as much grace as possible and try to over come this with my fiancé right beside me.
And you know what? That's exactly what we did. Four days after doomsday we booked a venue 3 min away from our ceremony venue. Of course it's not as nice as the mansion we were going to
have it at but Max and I are convinced that's why this all happened. My Mom and mother-in-law both said that the focus would probably have been on the crazy, awesome house instead of on the fact that God was uniting Max and I as a married couple. Aha- another lesson on humility. Darn it!
Even though I probably used all of the tears I had in stock for 2010, I am glad this experience happened. It brought my future husband and I so much closer and really paved the way for how we are going to handle crazy moments in life: with insane amounts of prayer and faith that God will provide, with grace, with humility, and maybe even some tears along the way.
Adieu!
(15 more days btw!)
