I forgot I had a wedding blog until Labor Day weekend when we were in San Antonio for my Opa's funeral. I got to see extended family that I had not seen or heard from since my wedding. Wendy hugged me goodbye and said she had enjoyed reading my wedding blog. That's when I was reminded.
Afraid to find out that it has disappeared from the Internet, I have put off searching for it until today. But I found it -- my wedding site is still there. Blog, photo albums and all. I am relieved, but now I need to go home and download it like I should have done a long time ago. It was great to go back and read some of my posts. It feels like just the tip of the ice berg though - reading it brought back more unwritten memories.
Fortunately, I'm not that attached the past and although it's nice to be reminded of things I had forgotten, I'm not sad I didn't write down every last detail. It's just a little corner of 8 months in my life that I plan on only having once. It serves to remind me of what it was like to be almost married (c:
Now, I put this to a vote, not so much for myself as you might think. Should you wait til you can afford to have kids to have them? And if so, how do you know when you're there?