I had a big life scare this past week, and I wanted to share it with you if you're at the point I was; battling with my parents about what I wanted in a wedding versus what they expected to happen. We're traditional Italians, so you can imagine what I mean.
Here's a quick timeline:
Sunday- ANOTHER lengthy and emotional 'discussion' with mom and dad about wedding size (we're at 284-not my idea), budget, needs and any type of compromise.
Monday- severe pain in my chest and difficulty breathing, ended up going to the ER 10pm that night.
For the next 5 1/2 days, I was hooked up to a 24hr IV of blood thinners to counteract the substantial blood clots that have developed in both my lungs. The pain was intolerable and the doctors said I was very, very lucky.
My fiance did not leave my side. He was a statue of calm and love. Once I was out of immediate danger, he had the breakdown he needed. I never doubted he would be there if something ever came up, but we have been very lucky to not have any major life events until now. He showed me what our relationship was capable of handling.
This is no longer a wedding for me. It's a marriage to this person who "through sickness and health" is my partner and forever love. The planning will still be stressful at times and we've got another 18 months of decision making to get through, but at the end of the day, I'm just happy he's here and that we will have a life together.
Enjoy the planning. Enjoy that person you have chosen to love. Enjoy your life.