Today’s topic. Wedding. As in… mine? ours? his? Well, in any which case. There is going to be one. With that, where is that natural Bridezilla enthusiasm that seems to be displayed amongst other brides I have encountered? I am lacking this.
Apparently, left in the countdown, there is now:
1 year, 1 month and 4 days.
Now… here are the facts:
- I love him to pieces (Not in the above Godzilla kind of a way as I actually like that thing that sits on his shoulders a great deal)
- I definately want to get married and officially call him my husband. (Truthfully, me being his Sugar Mamma will be officiated )
- I like weddings. Love being there to witness a special occassion. (Actually, it is probably more the free feed and awesomely bad dance moves you get exposed to)
- I like the Father Of The Bride movies… (This counts right?!)
Very interesting right?
Here’s the thing. I was at a dinner recently with two other brides to be who were both very excited over their special day (And very rightfully so!) and were speaking many details. I, of course, took part in the conversation but assessed to my sweetheart after the dinner that I felt a bit different? I didn’t have that thriving urgency to get everything sorted out. I was very cruisy on the matter. And, to a degree, I get a bit shy when speaking about it to others.
We have picked our venue (Which I am extremely excited about) and I have my dress… Want to see it?
Disclaimer: No this isn’t my dress! (Or is it? )
For a few days I questioned why I was so different.
I had an epiphany!
The truth of the matter is Kel and I have agreed on everything so far… So one will say ‘How about this?’ and we’re in agreeance. In addition to this I am so certain of what I want to do I feel very little need to shop around. There are moments I think the four of us should go back to New York and do it and have anyone who wants to come, follow.
My thought, my conclusion, my summary and so on is this. At the end of the day, I am marrying someone who I love greatly, and who I have already had some significant great moments with that why would I sweat over one day.
All that matters in the end is that we are married. The rest is just one big party. (VOMIT!)
I’m not abnormal (Well, in this regard anyway) …
Bring on 11/02/12.
(Author’s Note: You know, if everyone would just agree to making the whole event a musical then things would be a lot easier! Damn people and their need to be sensible! )