I still have dreams of eloping--of skipping all the wedding choices, the stress and the expense...cutting straight to "I Do". Gabriel knows me too well and will have none of this elopement talk--all too aware that I'd spend the rest of my life bemoaning never picking out flowers or first dance tunes.
But...my mind changed this Saturday, when I was lucky enough to play wedding photographer for a dear, dear family friend. And from hairdo to "I do", I was with the bride...watching all the little moments that a wedding day brings. While my dad and sis worked to organize + capture all the posed shots, I snuck away to snap photos of shoes, dresses, bouquets and blue handkerchiefs. All the beautiful details that brides spend sleepless nights coordinating and seeing through.
It was such a heartfelt day, so beautiful and yet not overly fussy. I even snatched a few adorable reception ideas that I'd not bumped into previously. I couldn't help but think, "I want this. I want all this!" The whole day made me a wedding believer. I believe in weddings...for the first time in a long, long time.
Once we'd snapped all the big moments we kicked off our shoes, tossed back a few drinks and danced the night away...and things got wildly out of character*. A babyfaced 21-year-old boy flirted with me for at least 20 minutes, and in my overwhelmed wave of flattery...I bought him a drink. (I am cougar. Hear me roar.) Guilt-ridden over the fact that I'd just bought another man a drink, I texted my fiance to confess the purchased drink, and he agreed that it was worth every penny for the much-needed ego boost.
...and that's why Reason #236 why I'm marrying him. Because he gets it.
*Sidenote: This Saturday night sweatpants + takeout kind of girl really surprised herself. I'll have you know that I did turn down Babyface's request to slow dance. I mean, a girl's got a reputation to upkeep. ;)