When it came down to picking the invitations, I feel a little guilty. Only a little. I found our invite design. It was the one. No other design could POSSIBLY do; and I knew that, because I had been hunting for months for the right design. I sent the link to Mark and asked if he liked it. He said sure. Then I sent it to our entire family and started contacting printers.
Then when we sat down to work out our wording, and Mark says, "Wait, when did we decide to go with this one? What other options are there?" I will admit, I felt fear catch in my throat. Was I going to need to throw a temper tantrum? I wanted these invitations more than I wanted anything else that had to do with our wedding. I'm serious. From the very beginning, the invites have mattered to me. I love stationary. I love invitations. I love pretty paper and cute designs and I got way too obsessed with the invites. I would be damned if Mark was going to swoop in here at the last minute and try to change my dream invitations.
But I took a deep breath, reminded myself gently that Mark doesn't obsessively check out invite sites, and so I showed him the 3-4 options in our price range I had found that weren't too girlie. I explained the pros and cons of Printable Press, and the pros and cons of Jean M (I do love me some thermography, but their design that I loved was WAY girlie) and the pros and cons of Whimsical Prints and eventually I think he caught onto the quiver in my lip and he said of course we could go with the ones I picked out because he didn't like any of the others that much (by which I think he meant "enough to fight about this.")
He didn't harp on the fact that the shade of green is a little too bright, or that finding our own printer is a hassle, or complain that the cost of the design was too high (it's more than I wanted to pay, certainly.) He simply let me have this one, after he knew that we were spending our money fairly wisely. But I still feel a little bad that I wasn't more mindful of his opinion, that I simply found the invites that I liked and clung to them like a 2-year-old at the candy counter. I do wish we had gone to an invite place together and gone through books and found something together, but I don't wish it badly enough to give up my perfect invitations. Which makes me feel guilty.
However, we can't be perfect all the time and I think it shows growth and self-awareness that I understand that I made this decision and he let it go. And I love him for it.