Unlike many girls, I never really daydreamed about my wedding day. I imagined what kind of career I’d have, the sort of car I’d drive and the type of house I’d call home. I even fantasized about having a family and in that fantasy there was always a husband. I just never imagined the day that he’d become mine.
But now that Rama and I are engaged and, knock on wood, getting married in 10 months, I can’t stop thinking about our wedding day.
Well, partly it’s because I have to. We’ve picked a date and chosen our ceremony location, and now we have to find a reception spot.
Mostly, though, I like thinking about it. I enjoy flipping through bridal magazines, I look forward to tearing out pages and slipping them into my wedding binder, I have a wedding binder, and I just love those emails that tell me how many more weeks until Rama and I tie the knot.
I guess that’s the weird part. This obsession is new to me. I told Michelle that I’m afraid of becoming a bridezilla. I’m worried that I will put our wedding before our ever-blossoming relationship. I’m nervous that I will focus too much and too long on every little detail of this one day. Michelle says it’s not possible and Rama says the fact that I even think about that means that I’m probably safe. I hope they’re right.