I don't care about your wedding.
There. I said it. I won't take it back. I mean it.
I don't care about your centerpieces, or your venue, or your bridesmaids dress, and I really don't care if I'm in your wedding. Because I don't care about wedding favors, or shower invitations, or who is sitting with whom and at what table. Bridesmaid status or not, it speaks nothing of our friendship & the memories we have shared.
I don't care what your hair looks like, or what your color scheme is, whether you have a wedding website, or a band vs a DJ. I don't care if you have a buffet or sit down dinner, I don't care if you invite your second cousins, and I don't care about your something blue.
I guarantee I won't remember any of these details if asked about them later.
I just don't care.
What do I care about?
I care that you're marrying a man that you love, one that loves you back, and fiercely.
I care how your dress makes you feel. I hope it makes you feel beautiful and special, because you are. This is your day.
I hope your hair makes you feel like a princess and that your bridesmaids, whoever they are (but please not me) make your wedding day a breeze. I hope they handle the chaos so you don't have to.
I care that you are surrounded by the friends and family who love you most & who can't wait to see you join your life with another.
I care that you can take time to breathe, to celebrate. To look all around & see that this is all for you. That everyone is here to celebrate you, your new husband and your life together. I care that you take a second to drown everything out, all the noise, everyone vying for your attention & take your husband's hand. Take it, look at him & remember this moment.
I care about the great memories I'll have in 10 years about how I danced my face off, to whatever music you decide to play, because I know I'm going to have the best time helping you celebrate.
I care that in 10 years you can still look at this man you've chosen & say you love him.
But centerpieces? I don't give a fuck about centerpieces.