As you already know deep in your body, mind and spirit, planning this significant life event with your family and your new family can offer a fair amount of negative stress. This wedding planning journey brings a lot a chances to listen to different opinions, negotiate the needs and wants of you and your loved ones, and make lots of decisions big and small.
We at Red Rainboots Apothecary ---makers of Pussyfoot Tape--- have been there too. One trick we conjured up for our wedding planning process: an engagement "emergency" kit that had a calm checklist along with some other gear. (We packed it into a tackle box and put it in the car for when we needed it.)
We wanted to share it with you! Feel free to add in your own gear, pictures, songs or poems that makes you feel like smiling...knowing that this journey ends up with you marrying your best friend. We offer this Calm Checklist to you to use, add to, subtract from, or laugh at.
 "Sunday Morning" by Ted Kooser (see below)
 Small item or three that means something special to you...like a picture of your fiance when they are 7 years old, or a small pebble from the water's edge
 A fortune cookie slip you enjoy and/or makes you feel happy/calm/grateful
 Look closely at the next live candle you see burning...maybe try staring at the flame until you feel a sigh of relief, of stillness
 List four things you are grateful for right this minute. If you list 'em, can you detect that your mind is busy listing the gratitudes and not fretting about a wedding detail?
 Ginger-tumeric tea, and instant coffee packets
 Add a recurring calendar entry reminding you to open the kit every three days or so
 What else might make you feel calm?
By Ted Kooser from his book Sure Signs
Now it is June again, one of those
leafy Sundays drifting through galaxies
of maple seeds. Somewhere, a mourning dove
touches her keyboard twice, a lonely F,
and then falls silent. Her in the house
the Sunday papers lie in whitecaps
over the living-room floor. Among them floats
the bridal page, that window of many panes,
reflecting, black and white, patches of sky
and puffs of starlit cloud becoming
faces. On each bright brow the same light falls,
the nuptial moon held up just out of sight
to the left. The brides all lift their eyes
and smile to see the heavens stopped for them.
And love is everywhere. Cars that have all week
lurched and honked with sour commuters are now
like smooth canoes packed soft with families.
A church bell strides through the green perfume
of locust trees and tolls its thankfulness.
The mourning dove, to her astonishment,
blunders upon a distant call in answer.