all in the name of love

This past weekend The Fiancé and I attended a wedding. This is not a momentous occasion. I mean, it's not like it was our wedding or something (read: momentous). Yet, since becoming engaged, weddings have taken on a whole new life. It used to be: You went (late), You prayed (if you weren't hung over), You drank (regardless), You danced (like a diva), You went home (tipsy). Now it goes something more like this:

You go (on time);
You scour the wedding program (hmmm...nice font; I like that song...);
You listen to the music and decide if You could incorporate any of the following:
(a) the singer (is she Catholic?),
(b) the song (can we do secular music...?), or maybe
(c) the instrument (I like strings...);
You listen to the readings and decide if You like them (I mean, seriously, did You ever care before?);
You critique the sermon (funny guy! Can we get him?);
You attend reception and do all of the following:
(a) look at the flowers,
(b) think about the food (steak, Yum!... wonder if Dad will pop for steak...),
(c) note the size of the guest list (holy cow this is a massive party... her poor dad...),
(d) think about ideas You might steal (that, this, ooo, and maybe thaaaat....),
(e) try to remember songs the band plays that everyone actually dances to (Living on a Prayer),
(f) note what the alcohol is instead of just blindly consume it (wow, open bar...I like, I like...),
and finally,
You go home,
EXHAUSTED ... as if you have just been married yourself.

Oh, and I forgot one thing about that whole "looking at the flowers at the reception..." You don't exactly just look at them... You kinda maybe sorta ask The Fiancé to take pictures of the centerpieces because You both agree they're simple but well-done, just the vibe You're going for. I repeat, You ask The Fiancé to take pictures of the centerpieces. And, amazing man that he is, he does it. At a wedding where You are a guest. The same Fiancé who previously toted a semi-automatic rifle around Iraq and Afghanistan when he served in the Army, yep, that same one... is now taking pictures of centerpieces. *sigh* You feel wholly responsible for your joint-sudden-decline-into-photographic-nonsense the next day as You scroll through your pictures of the night and realize You have equal pics people and flora...

But, the centerpieces are quite nice, no...?