They say every girl dreams about her wedding day. For me, the wedding dreams came with finding the perfect person. Once fate had done her handiwork, I could see nothing else when I closed my eyes; just him, suited and grinning broadly and me, white and flowing. The trinkets saved from years of a premature wedding Pinterest board suddenly given breath.
When we really started planning this wedding, back in 2019 (which seems like a lifetime ago, now), the invitations were our first purchase: something of a fairytale. The perfect keepsake of the day I would officially link myself to him, forever.
But life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans and as I blindly pasted pictures into my Kate Spade wedding binder, the world shifted on its axis. The wedding was planned and replanned...and replanned and replanned. Until we were left with a wedding binder, worse for the wear, a smattering of Etsy purchases I’d nabbed along the way, a lacy white dress, another cancelled plan, and a date we wished to keep. Long story short, these details are a huge deal. I wanted to plan a wedding weekend where my favorite human would feel loved at every turn, with every tag and dotted-‘I.’ The “I do” shoes, the tags (on everything), the tie notes, the apple cider and donuts, the hangers, the hand calligraphy on the tambourines, the havdalah ceremony, the programs, the vow books, the glass for breaking (the bag and the glass we’ll turn into a mezuzah for our first home). All of these moments, mementos, monumental. The tiny pieces we carried with us, from plan to plan, from wish to wish, that—like this love—stood the test of time.