Save the Dates

Seven save the dates I would actually mail, from someone who once spent forty dollars in ink learning that more borders does not mean more love.

We got married eight hours from where most of our guests lived, and I mailed our save the dates way too late, so let me save you that headache.

We used a photo from our engagement shoot where I was clearly laughing at something dumb my fiance said, and it ended up on every fridge we know.

I made our save the dates at a copy shop counter with a line forming behind me, and they still went out on time.

I rewrote our save the date four times before I figured out the words matter more than the paper.

I almost mailed a save the date that said ‘block your calendar before my mother does it for you,’ and honestly I still think about it.

The save the dates I’d actually print again, after I mailed forty of the wrong color the first time.

Seven save the dates I tested for a friend who wanted hers to look like she found it in her grandmother’s drawer.

I made our rustic save the dates at my friend’s kitchen table because mine was buried under wine corks, and they came out better than the ones I almost paid sixty bucks for.

The photo save the dates I would print again, plus the one pose that finally stopped looking stiff.