03 September, 2010


Our wedding was just lovely.

When the-perfection-of-the-planning met the-honesty-of-real-life, the kinds of memories that defined it as our wedding were made.  The unity candle that wouldn't stay lit because of the nice breeze.  The bride who interrupted the final song because she wanted to make a few announcements.  The adorable daughter who fell asleep halfway through the photos. 

These are the things that we'll remember; these are the stories we'll tell to that sleepy daughter someday.  And now we have one more story to add to the list:  our wedding thank-you notes.  We spent a long time procrastinating figuring out exactly what we wanted our stationary to look like.  Should we have only our first names?  Should we have a monogram?  Should we have just the initial of our last name?  One line or two lines?  Uppercase or lower? So many options - truthfully it was a bit overwhelming.  So we decided on both of our full names; and we chose a simple silver accent color, with engraved lettering.  The proof online looked absolutely perfect.  And I loved it.

Cut to about a week later when we received the small, heavy box with note cards and envelopes.  I open the box with anticipation, the perfection of the online order in my head... only to find the real life version looking like this*:


Long story short - we decided to chalk it up to just another one of those quirky things that we'll remember years later with a laugh.  Really nice card stock.  Shiny silver border.  And no space before or after the "&" sign.  The perfectionist in me finds it a bit hard to believe that I'll actually be laughing at this in the future... but if someone told me 2 years ago that my life would be what it is today, I'd have found that hard to believe as well.  Anything is possible.

* Names changed to protect the innocent.


  1. Perfect not how things actually happen, perfect is how we remember them. Enjoy!

  2. It was my first "important" job where I got business cards, and I was so excited to receive them and hand them out to my friends and family.

    And then a box of 1,000 cards arrived - and my first name was "Jim" instead of "Jill."

    My co-workers thought it was really funny and proceeded to refer to me as Jim on a regular basis. And when I left, my going-away cake said, "We'll miss you, Jim."

  3. Something always goes wrong in a wedding. For us, it was the cake, an ugly, teeny, tiny, bright blue thing. For you it was the thank you cards. But it will be what you remember, that little mar of perfection in the midst of all that joy.

    I am so happy for you three. Bummed that I didn't get to see you all when you were in OH, but hopeful that we can remedy that when we're next in NYC.