Meet the Bride

I’m engaged.
Holy shit, I’m engaged.
I’ve never been that girl who played Barbie Wedding at age 9. I was more likely to leave Barbie outside in the dirt while going and reading a book or playing with GI Joe. I had all male cousins, we got into fights at the drop of a hat (I learned to tuck my chin to get out of a chokehold at age 8), played outside, threw a football around. I never once played wedding anything, I didn’t wear white lace, and I screamed when forced into a dress.
Isn’t my fiancée a lucky guy?
I bought my first bridal magazine 2 days after I got engaged; it got shoved under the front seat of my car, and I didn’t touch it again for a week. I had a dress-trying-on appointment a week ago, which I canceled, and have yet to make a new one.
It’s not that I’m not excited to get married- I am. I love my man with all my heart and look forward to my life with him. It’s the wedding itself where I’m having some struggles. Can anyone tell me the difference between off-white and ecru? Bridezillas, put your hands down.
You, dear reader, are about to embark upon a journey with me. Wait, no, don’t navigate off my page so quickly. I promise to try to make the journey fun.
If you have suggestions along the way… Please, for the love of God, help me out.