So, lately I've been an anti-blogger. Daniel was just hovering over my shoulder...looking at recent pictures on our camera, telling me I should title this entry "Let them eat cake!" and I totally snapped. I expressed - too loudly - that I miss blogging, that I need my space to blog. I can't have him hovering as I climb into this realm...I've got "blogger build-up."
I wonder if I could just commit to writing a little here each day? And you know what? Even if it is about the wedding, I have to just face reality that this event is what I think about --- A LOT. Claire told me the other day to relish these moments, these days of calling Daniel my "fiance," of selecting a dress, of picking out flowers and veils and thinking about favors, of making invitations and gathering song wishes and sentimental readings. So, I'm embracing it. I am fortunate to have this opportunity to plan such an event, to launch our new family at such a public and glorious affair...and some may consider it "silly" and "why bother with so much energy for just one day?"...however, it is an adventure that I wish to be on right now.
Under the guidance of the sweet Maribel at Rossmoor Pastries, we just indulged in buttercream frosted cake with various fillings. The sugary paste and electric colors still linger on my tongue as I mull over my first (and only) wedding cake tasting experience. Cardboard cakes, encircled with satin ribbons, climbing with piped cherry blossoms and dusty "frosting" scrolled upon the sides. Ceramic cake toppers of couples kissing, dancing, and sitting in sportscars glimmer inside the display case.
Our venue's "package" included a cake, decorated, and delivered...it was actually quite easy to decide on all of it. Nothing so far has seemed that difficult. I suppose the most effort has gone into the wedding dress but THAT will be decided tomorrow. Yep, I'm proclaiming it now. On my third day of dress shopping, I'm going to find "the one." Like most things in my life, I'll know, I'll smile and choose; I'll be relieved and I won't look back.
I can't wait to spend yet another day with my mom and Sara, the consummate wedding planners. I swear these women should take this up full time. Mom has provided me the binder that I schlep throughout LA on vendor appointments; Sara has sprinkled bridal magazines, ideas, and patience into many afternoon chats. I am grateful for them both. I know that all of my bridesmaids (Courtney, Fadime, and Claire) would relish these afternoons...but from afar they each somehow wink their approval of the details.
**Ibrahim Ferrer is streaming from the office...Daniel's lingering near the door (afraid of me). I shouldn't have snapped. Blogging can always wait. He's dancing salsa by himself. Ah, I do love him. I'm off to join the carpeted dance floor.**
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