There is no such thing as a wedding “planner.”
There are wedding suggesters and wedding augmenters and wedding maximizers and wedding inflaters, but the planner disappears the minute someone walks up and says “I have an idea.” From that moment, the budget balloons, lists lengthen and that “simple ceremony” swells into a gigantic swaddle of tulle.
Okay, maybe I exaggerate.
You can be a successful Urban Planner, City Planner, Merchandise Planner, Financial Planner, or Career Planner, but you won’t be a Wedding Planner for long. Brain cells that could normally engineer and execute the U.S. Military’s annual budget are paralyzed by wedding plans. That’s why nobody ever knows how much they actually spend on a wedding. Besides, who can be the cold-hearted CFO of an occasion based on and fueled by amour? With romance itself hanging in the balance, nobody has the courage to deep-six every mushy-gushy idea. And so, it goes.
Bob has officiated hundreds of weddings. And none (that we remember) were within budget or stayed inside the original plans. That includes our own daughter’s wedding, and that includes the wedding we will witness tomorrow.
Love rules. C’est l’ vie.