I’ve been collecting vintage glass containers for several months now. I have close to 50 of them now, wrapped in packing paper and stored in a giant Rubbermaid bin in the basement. (I bought said bin thinking that everything wedding-related could fit in there until I was ready for it in April. But we’re six months out and the bin is nearly full. Hmmm. Planning a wedding while living in 636 square feet = bad news.)

I want to give some of them away after the wedding, but there are several (or, like, 20) that I can’t bear to part with. They deserve to have a good life after the reception. My mom sent me a magazine clipping of an eclectic collection of vases lining a windowsill, filled with various flowers, and I think that would be lovely. But maybe I should pick one big one to follow Brooke’s lead…

I found this awhile ago through Tara, and I think it’s such a fantastic idea. Maybe have one jar for memories that make me smile and another jar for fun ideas — things Josh and I can do together, places we want to go, people we want to see. They could be big things (vacationing in Italy), small things (dinner and dancing), or anything in between. We’ve really learned how to make the most of our time together these last three years — even when “making the most of it” means spending a whole day at home, talking and laughing and cuddling and watching movies. I never want us to forget how to cherish every day.

When I let a certain amazing photographer slip through our fingers, I was distraught. It was probably my first true bridal panic. I’d reworked our budget and squeezed every last dollar out of every last line item, sacrificing things I thought I had to have (letterpressed everything! elaborate save-the-dates! draped fabric! petal cones for every guest!) because I knew photography needed to be a priority.

I called Mr. R, and the first words out of his mouth were, “Do you want to change our date?”

Not, You’re overreacting. Not, We’ll figure something else out. And not even the true but momentarily frustrating, It’ll all be fine. Instead, he indulged me. He was willing to change everything else so that I could have this one thing that was so important to me

It’s the little things that touch your heart. Here’s to the hundreds of little things that lie ahead.

MissNowMrs is a brilliant example of the question, “What is your time worth to you?” In my case, apparently, more than $30.

As far as I’m concerned, a wedding is merely an excuse to take dancing lessons — when I’ve really wanted to take them for a very long time. If we decide to do it, I think this is the place. It isn’t too far away, and they provide both group and individual sessions.

• Josh: These people do not talk like high school students.
• Allie: No, these people don’t talk like anyone.