Rewind 18 years ago yesterday evening. Our wedding rehearsal. Steve did not wrap the gifts for his guys in the navy wrapping paper and gold bows like I had asked him to do. His gifts looked horrible. Not how I envisioned my perfect looking gift table for our attendants…at all. Not sure I was going to be able to marry this person. What was I getting in to? Would we make it? Because seriously, he didn’t care about the gifts. I wish I was kidding that those thoughts did not cross my mind. But as I was reminded by our family this weekend, that was a very real thought I had in that moment.
Thank goodness it was a fleeting thought and I had some very wise counsel to not call the wedding off. (Can you say bridezilla?)
It’s been 18 years…and guess who wraps all the gifts?