So, I think it’s been pretty obvious over these past few days that my ‘don’t let wedding stress get to me’ attitude has crumbled. Something finally happened that was too much for me to handle. My heart has had a few days to recover so I figured now would be as good a time as any to share the one thing that crushed my soul.
I mentioned a few weeks ago I really wanted Hedwig’s Theme played in our ceremony. I knew it might not be possible, but our organist told us hell yeah he could play it. Not only could he play it, but he could use a section of it for the bridesmaids to enter to and another section for me. I WOULD WALK DOWN THE AISLE TO HARRY POTTER. If you’ve ever been in a room surrounded by puppies and kitties and unicorns jumping over rainbows, you know the joy I felt.
But things would change.
I should have known better than to celebrate so quickly. Not 48 hours laters I got the news that our church music director said it could not be used because it was “not worshipful music.” Yes, you read that correctly. Note: our exit music is also used in Harry Potter but it was approved.
Please give me a second to climb up on this here soapbox which just happened to show up next to me.
I believe music is intended to be heard, enjoyed, and interpreted by its audience with its purpose being determined through the outlet in which it is used. I’m pretty sure Amazing Grace has been used many times outside of a worship setting and I’m also pretty sure playing Hedwig’s Theme in a church will not summon the devil. Also, God is a Harry Potter fan. DON’T YOU TELL ME HE ISN’T!
After getting that news I cried. And then I cried again. And then I got really angry. Then I cried a third time. And then I ate my weight in Copper River Grill croissants.
But then I prepared for war. There have few things (i.e. nothing) I have been picky about during this wedding planning…but I needed my Harry Potter music. I was prepared to go Game Of Thrones and do whatever needed to be done to win. (I’ve never watched Game Of Thrones, but I know everybody dies every time there’s a wedding, so it seems to fit this situation.)
I decided to let my mom handle things first. I may be a fiery red head that can steal your soul just by looking at you, but I figured I should probably let a more emotionally stable person handle this. Unfortunately, she had no luck.
It was time for me to grab my weapons, which would be a wand, because yes, I do own one– AND IT CHOSE ME. I would go to war like I was fighting Voldemort himself (or Umbridge, because let’s be honest, she’s a bigger beeyatch than Voldemort).
But guess what?
I didn’t. Why? Because I’m sure a lot of you out there are thinking it’s stupid to go crazy over Harry Potter music at your wedding, and I must say I agree. Yes, it was very important to me, and my wedding wont me my dream wedding, but I still have my dream guy. Perspective is incredibly important when it comes to keeping your sanity. So, I guess I can be happy without it (but if I’m being honest, our music director is dead to me).
And with that story off my chest, I’m gonna leave you with my theme song for the week/month/entire engagement.
I’M ONE WITH THE WIND AND SKY!