Last night as I sat at the wine tasting for my own wedding I realised something…
For the biggest event in my life, I wasn’t the event planner.
Turns out, be it for reasons of language or natural tendencies, my future husband is the event planner of our wedding.
After a lifetime of planning everything it seems strange to take a back seat for something that I thought I would be taking control of.
In a way it is relaxing…having everything taken care of by someone else. Don’t get me wrong, we made all the decisions together, but it was Elmar who had to talk to the DJ about why we didn’t want German punk rock and the Venue Manager about swapping out the schnitzel (in a schnitzel loving country!) for vegetarian dishes.
After all the discussion and planning in German, we went for dinner. The translation of the past 2 hours… It’s all good.
Taking a back seat
