11/12/2025
Every time I want to write about my “bridal era,” something profusely deep within me begs me not to. It’s as if God is more concerned with making me His bride than with publishing a magazine about it… (Shocker.)
I’ve started so many drafts about how I managed to plan our dream wedding in 30 days, sharing the lessons I’ve learned on becoming a wife, and designing those fashion editorials about lace-versus-silk wedding gowns.
But each time I get a few paragraphs out, a deeper sensation within me begs me to stop. It’s as if commercializing this very sacred time in my life feels spiritually obsolete.
And so, as many times as I start… I stop… deleting every letter… every line… until I’m back at blank.
When we first got engaged, all I wanted was to write the perfect bridal magazine. I had article ideas, titles, even brands lined up that I wanted to write about.
But I’ve learned so much during the little time we’ve been betrothed, and I always come back to the same conclusion… the same words ringing in my mind… that living the thing will ALWAYS take precedence over writing about it. And this chapter takes a heightened priority over that.
I wish I could write to you about all the homesteading and wifey-ing I’ve experienced since getting engaged. For years, I imagined myself pouring into the perfect bridal editorial on all things venues, vendors, and veils.
But now that we’re here—during this chapter in our lives so long in the making—I just feel that this experience simply can’t be put into words, nor should it aim to be.
Living these lessons, experiencing this love, and becoming his bride… for once in my editor life, simply cannot be captured, rendered, or printed on paper.
So, just a little update… things are swell… we did it. We said yes to our dress and suit. We found the perfect venue—literally. The details are oh-so us. And I’ve officially started the 30-day countdown to marrying my best friend.
Now, back to living the thing! Xx