MAE.

Last night bonding over the campfire at my brother’s house, I exclaimed “only 40 more days until the wedding!” to which my mom said “just like Lent!” Yes, today is like the Ash Wednesday to my wedding. Sometimes I have a hard time relaying how Catholic my mom is, and let this serve as justice to this. So let our Lenten obligations begin!

The whole wedding process has sort of been a swirl of manic emotions. I truly feel like a crazy woman at times, Sundeep can easily testify. Sometimes, I really feel like the reception hall could be torched, my dress be lost.. and still find solace in this whole process, but then I have moments of complete insanity, literally an overwhelming, all-controlling and consuming madness over the tiniest thing like the shoes my sister wears for the wedding? Do I really care? Absolutely not. Do I act like a maniac over the gold shade of her patent leather shoes, maybe? Lock me up. 

I will say (mini-mom tribute) our mom’s have been incredible LIVESAVERS. Just when we’re both like “holy god, toss in the towel …,” they both swoop in to rescue us in the madness. Both contribute very different things, which I’m finding is the perfect remedy to all of this wedding-related madness. 

My mom is crazy organized. I have always known this, but only recently experienced the depth of the madness. She will call me on a Sunday night, and want to go over the exact time every single bridesmaid is getting their hair done, who’s bringing them to the salon, what their bringing, what they want their hair to be like, how many curls, how straight, how many bobby pins, how much hairspray…. no need for a wedding coordinator?

Last night, in private, my dad and I were talking about how many sedatives to give her the night before — my dad literally said, if you see me mingling among people without your mom the night of the reception, you’ll know I’m done with her and need a break, if I’m with her mingling — that’s a sure sign she’s tolerable and loveable. Love, hate. That’s all I can say. Her madness makes me homicidal, but also severely thankful, like heart-bursting thankful.

Sundeep’s mom. Totally different. She’ll be the one with me when the reception hall burns down, and my dress is lost .. and we’ll just both look at each other, no words, and just laugh. She is so incredible chill about everything (at least I think..). I know at the end of the day she just wants us to be happy, and I truly feel that. 

Muchas gracias to my mom + future mama for all of the help and support they give to my main squeeze and I. I hope I can take both of their mad-mom skills and replicate them in the years to come! 

My friend, Katie, saw this picture and said “oh god, Meg … this picture says labor & delivery 2015 all over it…” over-aggressive mother meets sweet, calm mother-in-law.