For the past few months, I've been subscribing to an increasing number of wedding sites to gather inspiration. Last night, when I loaded up my Google Reader and the umpteenth washed-out photo of a bride in a white dress topped by a birdcage veil appeared in the list of waiting posts, I realized I was done.
I no longer need to consider each photo, trying to decide if I want to add certain types of shots to our list for the photographer. I don't need to scour the details of the decorations, trying to see if there's yet another thing I should think about incorporating into our wedding. I don't need to contemplate whether an idea I see will fit in with our overall aesthetic. Morgan and I have got our vision, and it's about as crammed full of ideas as it can be. Everything we've decided on is us, and that's all we need, ultimately.
Maybe soon, when I feel like most of the work is actually completed, I'll be able to enjoy looking through the photos again. But for now, it just feels like so much clutter, and I'm enjoying scrolling right on past.