Placecards: The Perfect Hand

I know, I know. I swore we wouldn't fiddle with seating charts and such for the reception. I've always felt folks should just sit where they want, with whom they want. Well, our wedding planners convinced us that it really would work better to tell guests where to sit for any number of reasons, one of which being that people tend to move stuff around and the wait staff has to replace tableware two or three times. OK. We gave in.

I think we did a good job of putting families and friends together. We weren't going to be the types to use this as a "oooh, let's let all these strangers get to know each other" moment. So, the chart is done.

Then we went out and bought the placecards and pewter pens to fill in the names. Just one more damn thing to do, right? Both Bride and MoB have passable handwriting, so it was no big deal. But when an offer came from good friend Elizabeth to do the placecards for us, well, we jumped at the opportunity. Elizabeth has a distinctive, perfect printing style. You know who the card is from before opening because of her handwriting.

She came by the house on Sunday to drop off the wedding gift and asked if there was anything at all she could do to help. Kate and I glanced at each other, then said, "Well, if you're offering . . . " Since we had the list, the placecards, and pens on hand, we were able to hand them off to her.

What a wonderful, wonderful friend to make the offer and complete this very important job. Good souls are surrounding us as we head swiftly toward the Big Day. Thank you, Elizabeth!