As I've mentioned before, Ohio and I have had quite a hard time picking a date. My brothers are in the military and his family lives in the Midwest. Finding a date where our immediate families can all travel the west coast has proven to be a huge challenge.
Just before Christmas, Ohio and I decided on a weekend in September. We started calling venues and hotels, and quickly realized that our choice weekend was also the same weekend as a huge event that would be bringing thousands of people into the city. This meant every hotel we called was charging sky high rates and no one would consider a group block.
Since almost everyone attending the wedding will need a hotel room- this was a huge problem that resulted in many tears, and (although I hate to admit it) a (small) tantrum.
With the restrictions on when my brothers and Ohio's parents could fly in for the wedding, we were left with one potential weekend in September for our wedding.
The weekend I had been avoiding. The weekend of September 11.
I had reservations about picking a date that had so many negative associations. I didn't want to be insensitive or have anyone think we were crazy for picking that date.
We thought about it for a a few weeks. We realized that if we stopped thinking about what other people would think, we didn't mind at all getting married on September 11.
And we knew that if we wanted to get married with our families with us- this was the only weekend we could do it. And that sealed the deal.
After all, one of the main reasons we needed to choose September 11 was that I have two brothers that are proud members of the US Military. On our wedding day, one of my brothers will have just returned from his second deployment and my other brother will be gearing up for his first.
So yes, I will be a September 11 bride.
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