I don't know about you, but I have always heard only one side of the wedding story: the bride's. She is always so happy to have been asked to join the group of women who have found meaning in life only because they switched from Miss to Mrs. She is always thrilled to wear a huge, puffy, white dress. She is always delighted to be the center of attention during the planning and the day of. She is always a bridezilla. She is always crazy, insane, unbearable. She is always the one who tells the story.
Even when my uncle got married - even then I only got her side of the story. My friends who have gotten married are all the brides. Even when I am acquainted with the groom, I still always only hear her side of the story.
For the first time I have been close to the groom. Very close to the groom, if you know what I mean. We were recently skyping (he was in Colombia while I was still in Germany) and he kind of failed to properly hang up on me, and I overheard a conversation between him and his best friend. His friend, also the Best Man, asked,
"Are you sure about this, man?"
"Of course I am," Honey answered. "Why would I not want to wake up every single day for the rest of my life with the woman who makes me happy?"
"Yeah, but the same girl... for ever!?"
"I will be lucky if I am with the same girl for the rest of my life."
He feels lucky. Not trapped, not punished, not forced, not doomed. He feels lucky.
He participated in the mayor decisions (venue, colors, placements, invitations, cake - OMG the cake...) willingly. He asked questions, gave his opinion. He got excited about choosing his own attire and made sure that it was special. He counted the days left for the wedding. He told everyone he was getting married (like a girl...). He was excited about officially changing his status from single man to married man. He made sure the rings were perfect.
The other side of the story, ladies, is that he enjoys it as much as you do. If you have chosen the right man, then he will be as giddy as you.
I got married this past weekend to a man who enjoyed and suffered every single minute of the wedding planning with me. I am very pleased that when I heard the other side of the story for the first time it was as magical as my side of the story was.
Even when my uncle got married - even then I only got her side of the story. My friends who have gotten married are all the brides. Even when I am acquainted with the groom, I still always only hear her side of the story.
For the first time I have been close to the groom. Very close to the groom, if you know what I mean. We were recently skyping (he was in Colombia while I was still in Germany) and he kind of failed to properly hang up on me, and I overheard a conversation between him and his best friend. His friend, also the Best Man, asked,
"Are you sure about this, man?"
"Of course I am," Honey answered. "Why would I not want to wake up every single day for the rest of my life with the woman who makes me happy?"
"Yeah, but the same girl... for ever!?"
"I will be lucky if I am with the same girl for the rest of my life."
He feels lucky. Not trapped, not punished, not forced, not doomed. He feels lucky.
He participated in the mayor decisions (venue, colors, placements, invitations, cake - OMG the cake...) willingly. He asked questions, gave his opinion. He got excited about choosing his own attire and made sure that it was special. He counted the days left for the wedding. He told everyone he was getting married (like a girl...). He was excited about officially changing his status from single man to married man. He made sure the rings were perfect.
The other side of the story, ladies, is that he enjoys it as much as you do. If you have chosen the right man, then he will be as giddy as you.
I got married this past weekend to a man who enjoyed and suffered every single minute of the wedding planning with me. I am very pleased that when I heard the other side of the story for the first time it was as magical as my side of the story was.
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