A man, a woman, a wedding planner.

Did I write "hilarity ensued" in the description for my blog? Well, planning a wedding from such a distance is not hilarious.

My sister is our wedding planner, as I've mentioned before. I've spent this evening on the phone talking to Sis and Southern Belle. I spent the afternoon cold calling places in Florida about reception sites.

I'm in Illinois, Southern Belle is in Georgia, and we want to have a Florida wedding. Sis lives in Florida, at least. Wedding planning isn't easy, and this being a "destination wedding" is making things more difficult. There have been a few times I've come close to pulling my hair out because of the stress of this.

Tonight Sis imparted some wisdom. Sis is a wonder and there are times I feel completely inadequate compared to her. She would slap me and tell me to shape up if she heard me say that, so let's keep this between us, shall we?

The sibling wisdom was, "This wedding is for you and Southern Belle. It's not about money, it's not about how pretty it will be, it's not about any of that. Give me a budget and I can take care of the rest, but you need to keep in mind just what this is all about. The both of you are preparing for your life together. That's what really matters."

I called Southern Belle back and we talked about the dirty details of money. We settled on a number, and I called Sis back. Sis said she could work with the limit given, and is sure she can bring the wedding off under what we've given her to work with. Then she told me to relax and let her take care of things.

Did I mention I love my sister? No? How remiss. I do love her a lot. My hair is now safe from me. If only it were safe from the ravages of age...