Will suggested that a blog would be a great way to keep in touch with family and friends once we leave the beloved South for the cold and hilly and beach-less West Virginia with me dragging my feet the whole way. I agreed with his idea and as a frustrated writer have rather reluctantly begun blogging. So, here goes.
We are little more than a month away from the Big Day. I am excited and nervous and shamefully aware of the 17 thank-you notes that are still blank and sitting next to me, waiting patiently, staring me down with their intimidating white interiors. For such little things, they sure do weigh down the shoulders, bowing the back and ruining long nights of reality tv marathons. But, this isn't about them, but about us, Will and me.
It has been a long, fun road to marriage. I knew he was the one from the moment I first saw him, referring to him as "my future husband" [this picture was pre-dating--I was 1 of 2 dates that he took to the Prince and Princess Ball]. He took some convincing, but my persuasiveness and keep-after-him-until-he-sees-the-light mentality finally wore him down. The engagement has been short, thankfully. It happened on Valentine's Day. The most casual, unaffected, not corny and perfect proposals ever. A picnic at the Battery in the back of his SUV as it poured down rain, and we sipped sparkling wine and ate turkey and provolone on wheat rolls with tomato and mozzarella napoleons for starters. I was surprised and shocked and wanted to know where in the heck he got a ring. From a gumball machine, some rich lady's jewelry box or thin air? I didn't care in the end. It was mine after all.
Planning has been surprisingly easy and fun. The fact that I don't really care about how short the bridesmaids' dresses are or in what color they come, or what food is there, or what songs are sung has made the whole process stress-free. I can't wait to see how it all turns out. I love surprises! I know one thing for sure. Its going to be hot, unmercifully hot. But drinks will be flowing, and hopefully with a breeze blowing.
Picking out things together for our registries was thrilling, because they will be our things, used first by us and only us. No more hand-me-downs and Goodwill raids. Goodwill will be a beneficiary of us soon, collecting our old pots and pans and wonderful dishes that got us through college. Our towels are so soft, and our sheets are new! Our china has birds on it, one of my obsessions, although the real thing in real life kind of scares me. It has all been fun, except of course, the not knowing when we will be moving to West Virginia. This blog could be a total lie in the end. It is true that we will eventually spend three years in WV, but that may be this August or the next. Still waiting, very impatiently, for the verdict. WVSOM better not make a liar out of me.
I think this has been a good beginning. Just a few juicy details about us to keep you wanting more. Hopefully, I can be attentive to this blog. It will be like my new pet.