This weekend, H2B and I went to meet with our minister for the wedding. It was a good meeting, minus the fact that I was holding back projectile vomit* the whole time. Our minister has some pretty interesting ideas in terms of conducting the service, a huge relief because I'm not a big fan of a supertraditional wedding ceremony. For example, he doesn't say things like "Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" or "I now pronounce you man and wife" or "You may kiss the bride"...he's very big on this being a joining of two equal people. However, he gave us lots of things to think about that to be quite honest, I hadn't even considered, because TheKnot.com and WeddingBells.com and other planning sites/magazines don't really go into those details. Things like:
-choosing the readings for the service
-deciding whether anybody else will be participating in the service
-how will our parents be involved?
-what order will the processional happen...i.e. will the groomsmen come in first, then the bridesmaids, or will they come down the aisle in pairs and then split up at the altar?
-what music will be played?
-what time will the wedding happen?
These seem like such obvious questions and I can't believe we hadn't considered them beforehand. It's a little freaky to me that there are just SO MANY details to remember and keep straight, and I've been so caught up in the centrepieces and dresses and things I've really neglected the more practical to-dos that need to happen.
Right now we are tentatively thinking of having the service at 4:00 and dinner at 6:00. That gives us about an hour and a half for pictures and changing the room around, which sounds just about right.
I can't wait to get these details straightened out so we can move on to fun stuff, like engagement photos and invitations. I think we might try to nail down some of the un-fun deets this weekend. It feels like forever away but it's just 215 days! Crazy. We've been doing really well putting money away for it...I think I've saved $1,300 since January and I'm not sure what H2B has put away but it's at least that much, so paying for this sucker shouldn't be a problem.
In unrelated news, I should be getting roughly $650 back on my income tax return...sweeeeeeeeeeeeet!
*I threw up ALL DAY Sunday. So gross. It includes barfing into an empty ice cream container in the car during the drive back to Halifax and practically tearing the door off the men's handicapped washroom outside the minister's office to woof my cookies all over the one (thankfully!) empty stall.
-choosing the readings for the service
-deciding whether anybody else will be participating in the service
-how will our parents be involved?
-what order will the processional happen...i.e. will the groomsmen come in first, then the bridesmaids, or will they come down the aisle in pairs and then split up at the altar?
-what music will be played?
-what time will the wedding happen?
These seem like such obvious questions and I can't believe we hadn't considered them beforehand. It's a little freaky to me that there are just SO MANY details to remember and keep straight, and I've been so caught up in the centrepieces and dresses and things I've really neglected the more practical to-dos that need to happen.
Right now we are tentatively thinking of having the service at 4:00 and dinner at 6:00. That gives us about an hour and a half for pictures and changing the room around, which sounds just about right.
I can't wait to get these details straightened out so we can move on to fun stuff, like engagement photos and invitations. I think we might try to nail down some of the un-fun deets this weekend. It feels like forever away but it's just 215 days! Crazy. We've been doing really well putting money away for it...I think I've saved $1,300 since January and I'm not sure what H2B has put away but it's at least that much, so paying for this sucker shouldn't be a problem.
In unrelated news, I should be getting roughly $650 back on my income tax return...sweeeeeeeeeeeeet!
*I threw up ALL DAY Sunday. So gross. It includes barfing into an empty ice cream container in the car during the drive back to Halifax and practically tearing the door off the men's handicapped washroom outside the minister's office to woof my cookies all over the one (thankfully!) empty stall.