Is it a little bit lame to blog about your engagement? I don’t care if it is, I’m just asking.
I know that a lot of girls dream all their lives about their perfect wedding day; planning the flowers, picking the dress and the venue. I was never one of those girls. It’s not that I didn’t want to be a married woman or wear the white dress, it’s just that it was hard for me to imagine all of the other details when I was unaware of who would be waiting for me at the end of the isle. Not long into dating Curtis I pictured the whole thing, our friends and family gathered around, him in a tux, me in a dress and now that’s going to actually happen!
We got engaged on November 12th and my brain took a few days to turn back on. I had to work that night and I honestly walked around the store for about an hour just trying to remember exactly what my job is. Then Sunday was a blur and Monday wasn’t much more clear. My brain started to function again yesterday but the only thought it could process was, “holy shit, we’re going to get married.”
Now I’m pawing through my Pinterest boards looking at all of the wedding things I pinned anywhere from three years to a week ago. There’s so much to do and I’m not sure how much time we even have to plan it out. First we have to pick a date but then there’s the venue, the colors, our bridesmaids and groomsmen. (Honestly, I’m not even positive what I’m supposed to be doing right now). At what point do you start really hammering down the details? I need a wedding planner and a full year supply of sleeping pills. Wake me when it’s wedding day.
I have butterflies doing summersaults in my belly and static in my ears, plus I floated up to cloud nine days ago and there is no sign of me sinking back down to Earth anytime soon. I’m going to marry my best friend, my other half, my perfect match and that thought alone turns me into a pile of mush.
My brain is beginning to run out of steam since it’s still doing laps around the same sentence. We’re getting married, getting married, married….off.