My parents and Andrew's parents were not happy with our menu selections of tacos, sushi, and pasta. And you know what? I don't blame them. Because I realized something about the wedding I'm planning. It turns out it isn't about me and Andrew after all. It's about pleasing distant relatives whom I've seen enough times to count on one hand in the past ten years.
There are going to be some changes. Big changes. I am stressed about how the families will accept these changes, but excited at the prospect of putting the focus back on us.
That's all I'm going to say for now. Andrew wants me to think our decision over for a week to be sure it's not something we'll later regret.
Tonight I'm watching my new digitally remastered version of "The Little Mermaid" to take away some of this stress from being a soon-to-be-married-adult.