At first, I thought invitations were "nice." Other people's invitations were just lovely, but they seemed like a really big committment. They were something that I always wanted, but didn't feel ready to take the next step.
After some soul searching, I came to the realization that it was now or never to start trying. I explored the different options, trying to figure out what was right for us as a couple. I even borrowed one to get used the feeling of holding an invitation in my hands.
When my invitations arrived at my home, I lovingly tucked them into their box and thought of all the cute ways I could dress them up. I hand cut belly bands, experimented with wax seals, and hand cut envelop liners. I dressed them in their Sunday best, ready to face the world. In one last act of motherly love, I kissed them each (and no, I didn't die like Susan on Seinfeld) and set them up with some mail money.
Today was the day I drove them to their big world stage debut.
Were you attached to your invitations? Or were you relieved when they finally left the house?
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You look so happy to set them free!
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