So you’ve decided to take the plunge and get married. The engagement story was all you could talk about for at least a month, but now, you have passed all the excitement of people saying how happy they are for you and how they wish you two the best. You have gone through the cutesy engagement photos and enjoyed everyone telling you how cute you are together. This is probably the point in time where life sets in. CHEESE AND CRACKERS, I’m actually planning a wedding. Then you start to really develop what is called a “worry box”. My fiancé read me a story written by Patrick McManus that talked about how we have worry boxes and always have to fill it with some sort of worry. I quickly became a pro at filling my box to capacity with worries. For example: Where the crap were we going to get all the money to pay for our wedding? Where are we going to live when that happens? Are we going to be able to afford a place to live?

Two months before my wedding and a lot of these worries are still in my box. Being young doesn’t help me clean my box out any either. I always get the same question: “Why are you marrying so young?” “What if you change your mind later?” If I had a nickel for every time someone thought I was pregnant… Boy, I would be paying for this wedding in full. I get it, I’m young, I have the face of a 12 year old, but when you find the one who is your forever person, your soulmate, nothing else matters.

Having to deal with this is and go to school at the same time can sometimes fill like you overloaded your flimsy knock off paper plate, and now it's starting to break. College is hard, planning a wedding is hard, and doing it at the same time can prove to be sometimes really impossible. When you've reached this point, don't fret you are almost there. To get through this I suggest getting a your worry box a friend, called the "happy box.

The happy box gets real annoying with all of it's "look on the bright side", and "it could be worse", but don't give up on it! The happy box is what will leave you with the happy memories during this time. Like when it was 200 days till my wedding and my fiance and I made pudding to celebrate! or how the first day we spent time in our very first apartment we had a nerf fight and ate spaghetti from a pot. When the worry box is saying it is time to stop, the happy box will keep you going.

I get through the looks when I talk to vendors and cake decorators because I know the end process is being with the person who means the most to me. We have our parents support and with all the things that have come into my worry box, the one thing that has never showed its face is, “Am I doing the right thing?” Because that is something I will always have the answer to. It’s the same answer I gave my fiance when he asked me to marry him, yes.