With our bathroom ceiling falling down again and our jobs turning us into sloth-like grumbling creatures, the Hoffpauir-Arvites household is not always the happiest of homes. Some things are only temporary (like the bathroom ceiling), while others will take a little more grace to successfully maneuver out of (like our jobs). But bless our hearts, we keep trying to ignore the shitty parts and focus in on the shreds of happiness that keep our love woven together. Oh, yes. I did get that cheesy on ya.
Everyone keeps saying that the wedding-related details will all fall into place like those proverbial jigsaw pieces, yet my head says, "Alyson, you're smarter than that." Sorry, kids: I just don't feel as though I can just "let it all happen". I have yet to adopt the "c'est la vie" attitude that Coloradans are so fond of (i.e. it is what it is, bro). I worry. I yearn. I freak out. I'm pretty sure I will continue to do these things surrounding any major life event, so if you all can just bear with me and my neuroses, we'll get along smashingly.
I wish my biggest worry could just be "what color should I dye my hair," versus "who will/won't be horribly offended that they can't go to the wedding...if there is a wedding at all." I don't necessarily need reassurances, I just wish some things could work themselves out. Or that I could reap gifts without having to actually have a wedding at all. But now I'm just being selfish.
I'm glad the ratio of people who would actually pay to show their face at our hypothetical Vegas wedding is much less compared to those who would only show up to a reception in Louisiana anyway. No Lake Charles wedding for me, though, so don't get your hopes up. It's NOLA or nothin', baby.
And really, is there anything better than New Orleans-made wedding food?
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