Hello dears! Lately I have been buried beneath piles of paper, stamps, fabric, and stuck at the computer most of the day, every day. Why? Wedding planning of course!
I had the fun task of putting together my wedding registry a few weekends ago. Mom helped me for hours upon hours as I figured out what I needed to fully stock my future home with the appropriate tools, storage containers, dishes, etc. necessary to running a household. It was so exciting being able to take the knowledge that I have gained working under Mom’s instruction over the years, knowing what tools I like to use in the kitchen, and what we use to run a home; and apply that to a wish list of items that I hope to use in my very own home in the not so distant future.
I have also been doing a lot of sewing. What else do you expect from a seamstress who is making her own wedding dress, than for her to be buried in piles of fabric in the months before her wedding? Just to calm any suspicions, there aren’t any peeks of the wedding dress in this post. So far I have been working on a petticoat, and other sundry articles. In fact, just this morning I finished hemming the 220 inches of ruffle that are going to be attached to my petticoat. Whew! That was a job!
Ah, wedding invitations! Gabe, Jessica, and I all worked diligently on addressing, stamping and sealing the invitations this past Monday; and the fruits of our labor were proudly displayed in the thick stack of envelopes that we took to the post office later the next day.
In the midst of all of this work, there are still moments where it suddenly hits me that this is actually happening. In just over two months I will no longer be a Boyer, but will be changing my last name to Everson! The day that I have been waiting for nearly my entire life is drawing nigh, and these last few days in my family’s home are flying by faster than I ever thought possible. It is bittersweet, realizing that these are the final months in which I can spend nearly every hour of each day in the same house as my sisters and parents, and I wish that I could step back and value each minute as much as I could. Yet, I feel the push of moving forward to the future just as much as the pull to stay and savor each moment. It is a constant tug of war, and I think it will be that way even up to the very day I get married. But the most beautiful thing is on that day the push and pull will be reversed. The push will be coming from my past: the past that the Lord has blessed me with in how my parents raised me, my childhood with my sisters, and all of the hopes and dreams that were stored up in those years. And the pull will be coming from my future: the wild, wonderful adventure ahead of a life spent with the man I love. It is an adventure for which I can hardly wait.
What is your favorite part of planning a wedding?
What have you been doing with your Summer?
Brigid, the Middle Sister and Singer