My Midlife Wedding

When I was about to re-marry a few years ago, I made a vow to myself to keep it simple. My husband-to-be shared my sentiments.  At midlife, we didn't want to go $15,000 in the hole so that we could have ice sculptures and Steak au Poivre for dinner.  We just wanted to share our special moments with family and a few close friends.

Planning the wedding was the easy part. In fact, I worried more about having enough energy to get to the altar while my husband wondered how we were going to cram two households worth of “stuff” under one roof.

I didn’t miss all the “frou-frou” and I think that our guests were relieved that they didn't have to do the "chicken dance" or watch a middle-aged man take a garter off my leg.  In forty-something years of living on planet earth, I learned about the perils of perfectionism and made a conscious choice to avoid the drama that goes along with it.