Cool as a Cucumber

This past weekend, I had the privilege and honor of being part of a wedding for two very special friends.  The wedding took place in Madison, WI on one of the most beautiful days of the summer so far.  Not only was the bride – one of my very closest and best friends – the happiest I have ever seen her, but she was also the definition of the “anti-bridezilla.”  And if you knew her in high school, you may have never guessed her to be so relaxed and go-with-the-flow-y on her big day. 

But sure enough, she was cool as a cucumber. 

The other bridesmaids, personal attendant, and I tried to do some worrying for her, and even threw out some just-in-case suggestions.  But she was having none of it.  Not even a late-for-rehearsal best man (and usher….and, ahem, bridesmaid), delayed-flight grandma, early morning downpour, hair and make-up no-show mother-in-law, photo-book-instead-of-guest-book mishap, footprint-stained dress prior to the ceremony, last-minute lack of two-sided (‘nipple’) tape could get this girl to flinch!  It was unbelievable.  And all bride-to-be’s out there would be wise to follow suit. 

She was just too darn excited and happy to worry about any of those little things. 

Which made me think: If on the presumably most important/exciting/special day of her life she could not be thrown or upset about such details, why does the fact that my husband literally steps out of his jeans each day, leaving them right where they land bug me so much??

Needless to say, it was a great reminder that there are so many other important things in life on which to focus our energy that the smaller and more insignificant details are really not worthy sometimes. 

Maybe I should just treat everyday like my….well, my friend’s….wedding day.

The new Mr. and Mrs.


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