wedding angst: let's make a buck

i think we are depressed. greg and i.
i am laying in bed, he is sitting at my desk reading Harry Potter 6. Trying to finish it before 9:30 tonight. i do not think he is very far.

we are depressed because of Weddings.
Weddings have become an art, a prom, a big social party. Yours has to be big and great and wonderful and sexy and hot and expensive and posh. If not then what is the point of even having a wedding? My biggest fear has been a tacky wedding.
It seems like every vendor or venue just wants to make a buck off of you. No longer does the sacredicity (is that even a word) count, but just "how big, how expensive, how wonderful, how great?!?!?!"

Now, my biggest fear is losing the meaning of the wedding.
Our wedding, I hope, should signify the union of two people, two families in the name Christ. I would want friends and family there as witness, as love, as support.
But now we have to add in flowers and nice invitations and an expensive dress and great food.
I don't even know what I want anymore. I don't think I ever did.
Sometimes, I want to elope. Just have our parents. But then I think about how much I want my grandmother there and for Greg's friends to sit in the pews and watch us getting married. I think there is something special about a congregation of people watching some as sacred as a wedding.
So do I want a big, elaborate party or just a simple, small wedding? How about both? But where do you draw the line?
I don't even care sometimes.

I just know that really all I want is Greg and my parent's blessing.

But a few "congratulations" and toasts and silverware sets would be nice.

Harry Potter comes out tonight.
And every night means one day has finished and that is one day closer to being married.