Okay… not really. At least, not yet. But the ideas are floating around and I wouldn’t be surprised if I started seeing wedding magazines adorning my coffee table. If I had a coffee table. But that’s another story.
My children all have wedding fever. My brother is getting married in less than a month and this will be the first wedding my kids have been to. They are over-the-moon excited and have been on a mission to make all their own wedding decisions as well. Never mind that we are at least 10 years away (and I’m talking about the near side of things… on the far side, my husband would be choosing the 20 year plan) from any type of marital ceremony to speak of.
Someone in our family (who I wouldn’t dare to embarrass) has decided that she must decide right now who she will marry because she couldn’t possibly ever find any other boys who would be interested in her. She figured since she’s got one now, that will do just fine. Her main concern with her wedding is who to choose as a maid of honor. This is important stuff, people.
With three girls, each child has two people to choose from for their maid of honor. Apparently this decision must be made now. The fact that it just might be possible to have two maids of honor isn’t even a possibility in said child’s eyes. Ahem.
Spending an hour in a car with your children deciding who will be their maid of honor (for heaven’s sake, we’re talking about 12, 9 and 7 year old children) is a less than desirable situation. The thought that we’re going to have to actually pay for three weddings is enough to drive us batty.
Elopement. It’s the new white wedding. Right? I figure I’ve got a few years yet to talk them into it.