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.
