Last week my daughter called and informed me that S. had proposed to her and she had accepted. I was overjoyed and began crying! I am so happy for her. Thrilled for her.
Afterwards the moment, I immediately began planning the wedding.
I have to butt out. This is her wedding and they will do it the way HE wants.
I am annoyed beyond words. He is an introvert and does not want a large wedding. She is succumbing to his wishes. If he had his way, they would just slip away and have a civil ceremony. I have a large family and tons and tons of friends I want to share this joy with. IT is becoming apparent this is not going to be a typical Irish wedding.
To say I am disappointed would be an understatement. I want to get him alone in a room for a few minutes and tell him exactly how it is going to be, but I love my daughter and I want her to be happy. And if making him happy makes her happy....then so be it. I don't have to like it. Yet, I must accept it.
I wrote out a long list of things she needs to be doing.
He freaked out at the length of the list. "This is exactly what he did not want." She informed me.
What?? No photographer? No flowers? No invitations? No guest list? No caterer? No wedding dress?
I am 300 miles away and it will be impossible for me to help out with details. She can not put it off and think it will all come together the week before.
How do you survive this?