It is March and that is bad news if you are getting married
I gasp for air. I lie in bed. And suddenly I realize it. It's March. OH MY GOD. It's MARCH.
Boys, girls, you’re not crazy either, I know that. I know you know that it’s March. But it’s really bad if you’re getting married this one month. Terrible. It gives me a stomach ache. Yes, getting married is fun, sure, but not everything is fun. The anticipation goes hand in hand with ‘pre-stress’. A self-invented word, but that’s allowed. Because March means that spring is almost here. And spring means... That it’s time.
When my great love asked me and he, drunk from the wine and love, slipped a ring on my finger, we thought: what a celebration. We have a whole year to plan everything. Everything. Oceans of time. How far away it seemed, phew, spring 2018. But no matter how long some days seem, the weeks fly by. The months. The seasons. Weekend after weekend flies by, work week after work week is over. Suddenly you see the sun peeking through the clouds and that oversized woolen teddy winter coat is no longer so desperately needed on the bike. It’s getting warmer, spring is about to begin. The spring, that oh so beautiful spring of 2018, in which I get married.
“Why don’t I know if it will be salmon pink or light pink rose petals?”
Now there are undoubtedly brides who are getting married this spring or summer and are really looking forward to it. Who have already arranged every detail and shrug when they calculate that they still have 11 weeks until the big day. Not me. I am a chaos bride of which there are very few. For example, I love shoes. I prefer to buy a new pair every week. But when it comes to shoes for under my wedding dress , I just can’t figure it out. Precisely because I love shoes so much, I can’t choose. At the top of the to-do list. The invitations haven’t been sent yet. I don’t have a cake yet. No bridal hairstyle. No makeup. My bridesmaid doesn’t have a dress yet and I still need to have my dress tailored. Then there’s the decoration. I have no idea. Didn’t we already agree with that guy for the flowers? Why don’t I know if it will be salmon pink or light pink rose petals? In short, those 11 weeks are desperately needed. Hence the sleepless nights and gasping for breath. I now understand why some people are just happily engaged for 5 years. They are absolutely right.
But then. Then I remember again, very nicely, why I am getting married. With him. He is the opposite of what I am. Organized, someone who makes to-do lists and actually checks off all the points that day. Who is on time. Has everything in order on time. He has control, overview, never stress. I send him forty ghost emojis when I still feel the panic at work the day after the sleepless night and walk a bit purple behind my desk. Those shoes, those flowers, that damn cake, do we have 175 champagne glasses, a bachelorette party, gold cutlery, a wedding officiant, wedding rings, a photo wall, a pink cocktail because it looks nice, a space for the band to change, a directional sign in the parking lot, a vegetarian menu for my sister... “Honey, you’re marrying me, remember. Mr. Organizer of der X himself,” I get back.
Followed by, oh my god: “I can’t wait for those 11 weeks to go by fast enough.”.
FACTS
- Since 1995, there haven’t been as many people married on one day as on Friday, August 8, 2008.
- Getting married on Friday is the most popular, followed by Monday (because it’s free then).
- In the past, guests would break bread over the bride's head to wish her extra luck.
