“I’m not bride-y, I’m just a planner.  I don’t care so much as having things done a certain way so much as a I care about having them done.”
-C. to Venice

My mother would be poleaxed to discover what a (relatively) organized adult I am.  I can’t begin to count the fights we got into over the state of my bedroom floor as a teenager.  Looking back I think I battled cleaning and organization mostly because she told me to clean and organize, logically flawed now but made perfect sense to my adolescent mind at the time I’m sure. 

Now, having to organize a wedding, to say nothing of the far more important stuff that comes after like housing, insurance, banks, furniture, etc, I can be glad that I grew into such a planner.  The little things like keeping my bedroom 100% neat and tidy may forever escape me, but the big crisis sort of stuff I’ve found I can rise to spectacularly.  My goal for this week was to have the dates all locked in for the actual wedding and reception.  Happy to report as of 4:30 pm yesterday, all is secure.  Date is July 1, marriage place set, reception center booked.  Want to talk about providence?  The day before and after were both taken but the day we wanted everything was clear, I may or may not have heard a faint rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus in my head somewhere. 

J. was a good sport coming along to make sure the place was one his mom would like (because keeping one’s potential MIL happy is vitally important, the women in my family have a history of marrying into families that disapprove, I’m trying awfully hard to break that particularly vicious cycle!).  When asked if he had any strong opinions on the stuff we were looking at he, very correctly, responded, “Whatever makes you happy.”  Right answer, but I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of strong opinions either.  I’m still trying to formulate a plan of attack in my head.  Right now the only sort of goal I can articulate is, “Classy.”  I should probably solidify that idea at some point…