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Category: Marriage
Hindu tradition says that rain on your wedding day is a sign that your marriage will be strong and last a long time because a wet knot is much harder to untie than a dry one. I’ve always leaned towards Hindu beliefs and I hope they’re right about this one. When I think about that beautiful, rainy day in April there is nothing imperfect about it. The rain held off until just after the ceremony and even a little drizzle couldn’t stop me from smiling. I mean, I was marrying the man of my dreams after all…
I wrote a post prior to leaving for our Italian destination wedding that detailed how I planned for it. However, things don’t always go according to plan for a European destination wedding! The good news? Some things went better (and yes, some things went worse). So here are some things I learned after all is said and done, so you can avoid my pitfalls and relish in my wins. Pay more for hair & make up Yes, I thought I was totally winning when I found an Italian salon that offered wedding hair and make up for less than…
It was sometime last year that I was pursuing Facebook and I came across a post on the Girls Love Travel Facebook group that I declared to Jordan that we should look into getting married in Italy. The post was full of wonderful ideas of where to have a destination wedding but one woman’s story of getting married at a villa in Tuscany stood out to me. She let me message her and from there she was sending me the VRBO page for the villa and lots of recommendations for a musician, hair and makeup, cake, etc. The villa…
A fairly common issue with our generation is the need to either look at the big picture, or focus on the now. We never seem to be able to do both. We sit next to each others, staring at our phones with a sense of amusement or annoyance, the edge of our jeans touching, but our hearts so far away. We talk about the future, about houses and 2.5 kids, and we burden ourselves with the stress of a wedding, a baby, a house, a car, a boat, a goat. You get the picture. Why don’t we…
It wasn’t always about boys. I’m sure at some point, birthdays were great. There wasn’t always a birthday curse. I absolutely believe that the days when my mom baked me a chocolate on chocolate cake and made her German lasagna and there were presents to open and people to thank, that my birthday was happy. I like to think that those days will come back to me, or that I’ll make days like them with my children. I want to believe that my life, my one day each year that’s solely about me, wasn…
