A few days after the wedding, my mom apologized for not helping me more. The comment was a little confusing because a) she did several key things to help me (like bringing the tree sapling we planted during our ceremony, driving into town to purchase four helium balloons on the wedding day, searching for boxed wine, etc.). And, b) she did everything I asked her to do.When she told my 15-year old brother, Dustin, that she was sorry she didn't help me more, my brother said, "Don't worry, mom, I'm going to have a wedding just like Sara's and you can help me out."
What a compliment!
The truth is, I had a lot of fun with my brother at the wedding, too. Because we only had 80 guests and because we had several different events spread out over a lot of days, I got to hang out with him many times. We went hiking on Wednesday and horseback riding on Thursday. I also got to talk with him and hug on him at the Welcome Picnic, the ceremony, and the reception.
I honestly can't imaging having more than 80 guests. Although I do feel like I spent quality time with folks, I don't think I could've spread myself any thinner. It was difficult as it was.
Plus, I imagine that the fewer guests you have, the less it feels like a show. The more you have to "meet and greet," the harder it is to be your true self and sincerely connect with people. At least that's how it seems to me.
1 comment:
Um, how freakin' awesome is that!!! Your brother rocks!
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