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Lesson #2 You think you want a harp

There are many lessons to be learned, I'm learning, during the engagement months. While they happen almost weekly, I find time to document them, about semi-monthly.


Lesson #2 is for the bride that thinks she wants a harp. The harp (and harpist) would be for the gentle sounds of your classic and perfect ceremony, obviously. What you will need in addition to that harp, your potential harpist will promptly tell you...

You'll need at least one tree (one is clearly the minimum and several is preferred). You don't have a tree...because you're getting married in the middle of a mountain? Well that's a problem. You see, without trees, you do not have shade, and without shade, your harpist's harp won't stay in tune. No one wants an untuned harp...or an unhappy harpist.

Lesson #2 is about more than a harp...and a harpist. I could go on about other things you think you want (like a super hip DJ, and trust me you don't want a super hip DJ. He'll charge you twice what the just averagely hip DJ does. Apparently fedoras can add up?) but the real lesson is that there is more, much more that goes into everything Wedding. The "more" generally refers to finances and logistics. The "much more" would refer to the emotions and personal growth involved. Want a nap? I know. But it's true-and pretty fantastic.


I'm unable to fit in a grand conclusion here, who's got the time these days...but I will say this:



We're not having a harp.

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