Happy Monday, everyone! Where did the weekend go? I spent mine up in Maine, working away on Mark & Sarah’s wedding, and I cannnnnot wait to show you the images that Stacey Hedman captured! It may be a while before they go up here on LLD, but for now, here’s a sneak peek of the big empty barn before, taken with my iPhone 2 days before the wedding.
I loved how everything came out, but more importantly, Sarah started to cry tears of happiness when I let her and Mark in to see the final result – so in my book, I’d say mission accomplished!
I did a lot of thinking this weekend, as I had a lot of time to myself on Saturday, having spent hours in the barn setting up. If you follow me on facebook, you might know that I was in a car accident a little over a week ago (not my fault, she was on her cell phone and didn’t see me), and though there were bruises and bumps, there were no serious injuries minus a bruised foot that I’m getting checked out this week, so all in all, things were OK. But, after landing in Boston on Thursday, I was alerted by the body shop that my car was totaled, and you know what guys? That totally bummed me out. My lovely little black 2004 civic, tinted windows and all, my first new car that I bought, was done. It put a bit of a damper on things, not gonna lie, I was feeling a bit sad and sentimental.
But then I started thinking: really, in the grand scheme of things, is a totaled car really that important? Reflecting back on 9/11, watching the documentaries and footage as I flew back from Boston to San Francisco yesterday, I remembered what it was like after that fateful day. Ten years later I am still transported to that day; hearing the sirens on TV that will never leave my mind, consoling college friends who had lost loved ones, feeling the salty tears in my eyes. But I also remember neighbors joining together to send provisions to the volunteers in New York City, calling family and loved ones to tell them I love them, and feeling the gratitude for rescue workers rummaging through the rubble to find survivors and start rebuilding the city. People joining together, rekindling the American spirit that was instilled in me as a child – being proud to be American, with a strong work ethic, and treating others with respect. Do you all remember that? Do you remember the feeling that was in the air, the thought of how petty things were less important afterwards, and how you wanted to remember that feeling and take it with you; being grateful for what you had and thinking less about what you didn’t have?
All in all, a totaled car is the least of my worries. And in the wedding world, it’s much of the same – the trends which are so often duplicated, the movers and shakers of the moment, the “mean girls” of wedding land, watching others do things and thinking “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this”, seeing people “win the lottery” every day – do they really matter in the long run? Nope. I realized this weekend, it is so important that we all reflect and remember the positivity that came from 9/11 and take it with us to continually become better people; grateful for our blessings, willing to help others who are less fortunate, and ready to pick up and make things happen. You can post as many inspirational quotes on your blog as you want, but unless you get up and do something, those words will remain just…words. A little reality check once in a while helps keep us on track, along with a piece of humble pie. For me, car or no car, life is good, and will keep moving on. Think about it: long after we’re all gone, what will be remembered of us? The color of our wedding linens, or what we chose to do with our lives to make things better? Though I am all about making things pretty, in the end, I’ll still go for option B, and will try to remind myself of that whenever I get caught up in the madness. So, who’s comin’ with me?