our First wedding as mr. & mrs. is on the books!
I will admit. I was a little… okay, a lot stressed out about our Friday-Sunday trip home this past weekend. I was at the point where I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to go home, but at the same time I was still worried if it would have been worth the stress & my emotional inability to not get all bent out of shape when it was time to head back to dairyland.
But, I had a photography gig for a big family reunion that sort of fell apart and ended up being cancelled a few weeks ago, and I’m a big believer in everything happening for a reason. You know, when it works in my favor… 😉 Just kidding, hehe. But anyway, I booked the ticket and started getting excited to see everyone for a quick trip and our first wedding since our own.
I won’t lie. We were home for one full day – we got in late Friday night, and left at 6am Sunday morning – and it was the best trip yet. I mean, don’t misunderstand me, our trip back for the wedding was fantastic. I loved every second of those perfect two weeks. But as far as being the most stress-free and “time well spent” trip home? This one wins.
Normally when we go home, I spend 80% of my time stressing out about seeing everyone that I haven’t been able to in a while. Bouncing from visit to visit, feeling rushed, trying to figure out how to visit seemingly every single person I had ever met in my 25 years in Connecticut (not really, but that’s what it felt like), and getting stressed when I couldn’t make it all fit. Or cranky when I did make it all fit, but every visit felt too quit, and the people I often shorted time with were my own parents, so at the end of it all, I left feeling guilty.
But this time? I went back making the decision to make time only for my family and the reason we were there, Anthony’s friend’s wedding. And honestly? I think that made all the difference. I had breakfast with my dad for an hour, had coffee with my mom for an hour, and a couple hours with this little booger niece, the perfect subject with which to get acquainted with my new camera.
After I soaked up all of my sweet little nugget time, we headed off to the wedding, and had as much fun as we did at ours. It was awesome to be able to do that kind of party again, without the pressure of being the bride & groom. I totally cried when the groom and his mom danced to My Wish by Rascal Flatts, which was my father-daughter song, and then we danced so much that I’m pretty sure I thoroughly shook up the two glasses of wine, Malibu bay breeze, and glass of champagne to the point where they burned my stomach muscles. But it was worth every painful laugh and lack of interest in food for 12 hours following. 🙂
I can’t wait to go back for Thanksgiving, and I’ll definitely be focusing on family again this time. Seeing friends is always awesome, but I talk to them all the time anyway, and if I have a few spare minutes, I’ll definitely try to say hi. But I had a much easier and “fulfilling” visit with my parents and Anthony’s parents, and my niece, and not having to rush around like a crazed animal trying to fit in every little thing.