Everything Starts Somewhere

If you've ever planned a wedding, you know that it's a pretty big project. Some of it is fun, some of it makes you feel spoiled rotten, and some it is like pulling teeth with certain tasks never quite making it to the top of the to-do list until the very last possible minute (escort cards, I'm looking at you).

Almost two weeks ago I saw all my planning come to life. It was beautiful and perfect and everything we wanted. Once again I felt spoiled with love, which really is the best sort of spoiled to be.

The Ding, Overture Center for the Arts, Madison,WI - photographed by Studio Noveau

I'm not a terribly outgoing person. A proud introvert, I'm more than happy to sit back and let someone else take center stage. I barely ate on my wedding day. luckily had my wits about me enough to barely drink as well. Though I was racked with nerves the whole week leading up to and including the big day, nothing beats the feeling of an entire room of people happy to be witness to one of your life's big moments. The out pour of love continued for a few days after then slowed, facebook ceased to be the Mike & Allie page, and my inbox went back to sea of promotions.

Me and Bee in our getting ready robes. 

While planning I had heard stories of the bridal blues, bride's who put so much into all the planning and dreaming that after the wedding was done they spiraled into a post-nuptial depression. Every time I heard one of these stories a had exactly two thoughts: 1) I totally get it, and 2) Please, please don't let that be me.


I'm a firm believer in the power of intention and in every moment being what you make of it. That's were this blog comes in. A sort of gratitude journal, scrapbook combo to document our lives and fill the gap the wedding planning has left behind.

Hedgehog bride says, "Go home and make husband hearty meal!"