Distance

I read a post on Weddingbee, one of the 30 or so wedding and photography blogs I attempt to follow, about one bride’s long distance relationships — with her bridesmaids:

“As the planning continues I miss them so much. I didn’t realize what it would feel like to bounce ideas about ribbon and candles off of Mr. Pineapple. He cares, but he trusts me and my judgment to the point where I don’t get much constructive feedback. … My super crafty mother is also 1250 miles away. I call her anytime I get an idea and she gives me a few more, but I wish I could be with her and go to the craft store with her, wedding plan with her.”

I’ve been fighting distance myself — with, well, everyone. My three bridesmaids are in three different places, and none of those places are here. Mr. R is a few hundred miles away, and though we’re no strangers to distance — 37 months and counting — ever since we got engaged, my heart aches for us to be closer. My mom, who is also super crafty and is one of my closest friends, is separated from me by an eight hour drive or a shocking number of intricately connecting flights and layovers.

My maid of honor is moving nearby in just a few weeks, which is such a blessing. And this will all start to get easier once we have some of the major, and hugely time-consuming, decisions out of the way — venue, major vendors, etc. But I certainly envy brides who have their FH, bridesmaids and family all in the same place — even if that means everyone is trying to tell them what to do. I could handle a little over-involvement about now.