I fancy myself a rational person, but I’ve got my heart set on some wedding Magic. Yes, Magic. With a capital M. That’s what I’m after.

The industry blogs and magazines may play up the cute favors and the clever centerpieces and the jaw-dropping invitation suites, but none of that really gets me hard like Magic does. See, I’m reluctant to admit this, but underneath my hard candy shell of sarcasm lies a soft, sticky, gooey, caramel center.* The Magical moments of wedding recaps never fail to get my eyes a little wet. Those moments when the guests spontaneously broke out in a cheer during the ceremony, when the best friend delivered a heartfelt toast, when the mutual love became a tangible force in the room, even just for a little while.

Magic. I’m in hot pursuit.

You know, we talk and talk and talk about how toxic the material aspect of weddings can be on our psyches. All that impossibly crafty DIY and all those gorgeous details make us doubt our abilities and fear that our own weddings won’t look good enough. But hardly anybody talks about the anxiety that our weddings won’t feel good enough. That they will fail to be Magical enough. And maybe this is something that lives only in the nooks and crannies of my own strange head, but… I feel like all these months of seeing image after image of blissed-out couples huddling in a field and reading recap after recap of relaxed, mellow, loving weddings have got me jacked up on the Magic drug. If Magic was cocaine, I’d be sitting on a tiny mountain of it right now with it all over my face. And with the high comes the inevitable paranoia: Are my wedding values rightly aligned? Am I preparing myself enough to be present? HOW CAN I ENSURE THAT MY WEDDING IS A EUPHORIC RIDE ON THE EXPRESS TRAIN TO MAGICTOWN?

I’ve long been hoping that, by putting my faith in the good things about the wedding, the universe would return that faith to me in kind on my wedding day.** That the lovely moments that I couldn’t have “planned or paid for”*** will just flow. I concede this is a little like believing in Santa Claus: If you are a good kid during the engagement and live your values, you’ll get everything you ever wanted when the big day comes. Well, no. The world is fucked. Sometimes the goodies go to the least deserving. Sometimes our purest, most honorable intentions aren’t enough. In other words: Sometimes it just doesn’t work out the way we want it to.

So from now on I intend to be honest with myself.

The wedding day will be stressful. I will probably be tense for part of it. Sometimes it will be a struggle not to snap, let alone stay grounded and present. I may, against my own will, experience a couple instances of “wedding terror face.” I just might be a jumble of nerves. I just might spend most of the ceremony ugly-crying. Who knows? I simply don’t know what will happen. Yet.

But I’m still holding out for a little bit of Magic.

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* OH GREAT, NOW I WANT SOME CANDY.

** And I still really, really do.

*** Quoted from the clever A. Marigold, courtesy of A Los Angeles Love.