January 14, 2011

  • pizza plan it.

    I have one detail about my wedding that is completely non-negotiable. Everything else; food, decorations, location, guests, cake, you name it, I don't really care about. I mean, obviously when the time eventually arrives, I'll care to an extent. But I don't waste my time thinking about these things. On the day I get married, which is still several years down the road, the only thing that will matter to me is my wife's eyes. We could stand on a dumpster and have the ceremony officiated by Dennis Rodman, and I'd be perfectly content as long as I could take her hand, stare into her eyes, and let everything else just fade into the distance. Call me cliché, but it's the truth. Yes, I want to have a beautiful day to rejoice and celebrate with friends and family; I'm not some masochist who longs for a lousy wedding. However, the simple reality is that as long as I'm standing across from the person I love, I'll be perfectly fine with how the rest of the day turns out.

    However, there is one other thing about the day that I have planned. It's something I came up with about eight years ago, and I can't wait for the day that I get to turn to my fiancée and tell her my plan. It's perfect, because it's so inherently basic and sentimental; it will allow people to see themselves in our shoes and relate to the joy of having a best friend who will match you step for step. 

    I've never told anyone what I'm referring to, and so I'm certainly not going to start today. But I promise you, when the times comes, I'll refer back here and show you all exactly what I meant. In the mean time, I'll just have to keep working on that other little detail. I'm confident that with patience and open eyes, it'll eventually figure itself out.