I'll be honest, when I started my job, I tried to hold out from being seduced by all the wedding porn. Seeing all the wedding pictures, reading the articles on flowers and decor, the dresses? It was hard, but I did it. For about 4 months. And then, the mulling started. Oooh, that's pretty, I'd think. And before you knew it I had a mental file stuffed full of wedding ideas. I committed specific dresses and designers to memory and stored away ideas for flowers and decor. Some of it was incidental, some of it was on purpose. But after awhile I pretty much had all the basics mentally dreamed up for a beautiful garden ceremony and simple, rustic-chic reception.
And the reality checks have begun already. K. confessed to me that getting married in a church was more important to him than he'd originally thought. Bless his traditional little soul. I had suspected. I mean, we go to a homemade ice cream store with creative flavors like Cinnamon Graham Cracker? The boy gets plain vanilla. Plus, we live in the Midwest. Church weddings are what you do. I am a dirty heathen hippy by Midwest standards because I'd really prefer to get married outside in a casual ceremony that mentions love more times than religion.
His mom emailed me today to offer church suggestions for the area. Don't get me wrong, we get along great and like each other very much, so it's not like it pushed my buttons. But I know it's super important to them to have a traditional church wedding, especially to his grandmother, an active member of her Methodist church and volunteer at a Methodist hospital.
So for the last 2 hours I've been here at work, sighing to myself, because even though K. had acknowledged that it was important to me not to be married in a church, I now have to acknowledge how important it is to his whole family that we do.
I'm working my way through it and already let his mom know I welcome suggestions and have started locating churches near our possible reception sites. I know this is one of the few things K. has a strong opinion about regarding wedding planning. It would be ridiculous and bridezilla to not acknowledge his wishes and dreams for our wedding, as well as my own. A little part of me is whining, "But K. already said he was ok with a non-church wedding! He promiiiiiised!" But I'm squishing that part because refusing to compromise is a difficult road to start down. It won't kill me to get married in a church. I'd just prefer not to.
So. A Methodist church it is. But if I get struck by divine lightning on the wedding day for blasphemy...well. ^_^
