My sister (aka my matron of honor) threw me a bridal shower this weekend. It was at my house, and for those of you keeping score at home, you know that Fred and I have been remodeling our house in order to sell it. Three weeks before the party the kitchen didn't have floors, we didn't have furniture (all mine was in storage) and the walls hadn't been painted in probably 15 years. I don't know how we did it, but we got the house ready in time and it looked beautiful for the party. Fred even sent two vases of flowers with a card that said, "For your shower. Love your husband." (Enter "awws" or bitter vomiting sounds here.)
I had been so focused on our remodeling efforts that I hadn't thought much about the shower. It wasn't until I was opening a gift and pulled out a set of the china that we had registered for, that it hit me. It hit my best friend Jaime too. "Oh my God," she said, looking at the Crate & Barrel plate. "You have china. You're getting married."
She was right on both counts—I am totally getting married. And I have china. In this whole engagement process there are a few moments like this when the marriage thing becomes real: when you call your parents to tell then you're engaged, when you try on the dress, and when you open your first set of china at your bridal shower.
I can't explain it, but for me anyway, I don't think about the fact that I'm getting married on a daily, or even weekly, basis. Yes, I spend every day with the guy that I love and I have shiny new bling on my finger, but the marriage part is kind of abstract until something—like china—makes it tangible.
My dress also came in last Friday (big weekend, huh?) and I went to the store with my mom (who was in town for the shower) to try it on. To my relief, I still loved it. And I still didn't want to take it off. It's a shame I only get to wear that dress once. I was tempted to put it on for the bridal shower, but mom said that would be tacky.
So to sum up, I have my china, my dress, a really sweet groom, and kitchen floors. Engaged life, so far, is pretty good.