The biggest downer: my fiance and I both drove all the way out to the hotel where we're getting married (JW Marriott in Summerlin) to meet our "day-of" wedding coordinator and finalize our wedding timeline. The only problem? Our day-of wedding coordinator neglected to inform us that her office wasn't at the JW Marriott (where we first met her and where she would be coordinating, so, a natural assumption). Instead of getting to meet with her in person, we ended up doing the entire discussion over the phone from the Marriott lobby, leading both my fiance and I to wonder why a face-to-face meeting was scheduled in the first place. It felt like we'd wasted our gas and our time.
I kept it together during the phone call, but afterwards more than a little pent up frustration and tears were released in the parking lot of the Marriott. It wasn't just about one missed communication. It was all the wedding tasks piled on top of all the real world situations after a very busy and emotional week (it had only been a week and a day since the Las Vegas shooting, six days since the funeral of my fiance's grandmother, not to mention the fact that we both had work and other responsibilities balancing through it all). We talked it out until we both felt better and began the drive home, ultimately deciding to pick up pizza and indulge in dessert-first snow cones to improve the evening.
But the biggest "up" of the night was both figuratively and literally uplifting! Later that evening, my fiance's sister gave us our first dance lesson for our "first dance"!
Let me start by saying my fiance's sister is amazing! As a choreographer, graceful dancer, and even music editor, she impressed me over and over again as she kindly and patiently helped us with the first few moves we had to learn--including a very small lift off the stage where, yes, I am briefly airborne!
While my lack of coordination caused most of the errors, we managed to get a routine together for the first half of the song (more steps to learn next week). My fiance chided me for my mistakes (who knew he would be the better dancer of the two of us?), but despite the struggle of trying to learn something completely outside either of our experiences, I found the dance practice therapeutic. Holding each other, relying on each other--what better metaphor for marriage is there? Bonus points for giving us a good workout when I didn't have time to go to the gym.
But my favorite part of the whole dance was seeing my fiance stare back at me, eyes confident and loving, ready to take this on together. Even if it was going to be a lot of work. His face told me, "We got this. I got you. I love you. I swear."
I'm not even sick of our song choice yet. And we must have replayed it at least 50 times to practice.
Looking forward to more dancing, more practice, and more "ups" than "downs" in our future!
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