And so it begins

I think wedding planning hit me all at once. When I got engaged, I told everyone that I wasn't doing any wedding planning for a month - I just wanted to enjoy being engaged and get used to this rock on my finger. I held out a whole week before I created an account on theknot. Everywhere I went, everyone asked when the big day was, where I was getting married, where I was going on my honeymoon - the questions never stopped. Instead they piled on and before I knew it, I was asking myself the same questions. All of a sudden, I had so much to do. Frantically, I starting inquiring for places, prices, photographers, dresses, invitations - everything and anything. What were my colors, people wanted to know. What did my dress look like? What were the bridesmaids wearing? So many unanswered questions loomed over my head like a dark cloud and I frantically looked for answers.

But just as I was getting started, things started spiraling down. My perfect location was booked, I hated the dress I had bought the weekend before (another story for another day) and to top it off, the church couldn't confirm my date until September. All the ideas and plans in my head couldn't take shape so I did the only reasonable thing left to do - I began to panic.

I can only imagine how crazy I sounded on the phone to Mike. I don't know if it was my rants of how ten months wasn't enough time or my tirades of how everything was going wrong but Mike knew that I was not sound of mind. So during dinner one night, he brought out paper and pen and broke down the thoughts that had overthrown my sense of reason. He began to list things that we could do now without a date, things we could do once we had a confirmed date and things that had to be done eventually. He organized, he brainstormed ideas, he tasked both himself and me from our now-do list. And there, in the midst of pat-pingsoo and Korean pastries, I started to regain my sanity. Normally a level-headed person I realized that I had gotten ahead of myself and had let small setbacks become personal blows. And it was there that I fell for him all over again. My rock, my voice of reason, the man I couldn't wait to marry. I expect that before I walk down the aisle, I'll fall for him many times more. And a million more times after that.