Engagements are all too consuming. Sometimes in the greatest of ways as you ready yourself and your partner emotionally to embark on a lifetime together and other times you stare at your bank account and wonder how the hell you’re actually going to pull the whole thing off. Did I have the option to go to Town Hall and get it done? Absolutely. Was I stubborn and wanted the party? Correct. I am a hopeless fall on my face, over the top kind of romantic human being. Age has jaded me some and kept me off of rooftops screaming my intentions but my heart still defies logical and practical thinking more often than not. Sometimes it’s fun, other times it’s downright exhausting.
I have been in love almost half of my life. We met when I was 20 and have been together in some form since then. The last ten years has been a learning process but one I don’t regret. I have been able to see the world through someone else’s eyes and also have developed my own independence outside of the watchful eye of my immediate family. I have never felt more ready or sure of a decision than I do this one. While it’s been surrounded by stress of planning a party for almost a 100 people, we have reached the calm before the chaos of our big day. The excoriatingly long waiting period until I can finally marry the love of my life.
10 LONG DAYS.
I’m like a kid on Christmas eager to find out what Santa Claus came down the chimney with. My Christmas morning instead the sight of my future wife dressed in white. 10 long days and my head and heart are finally meeting. My excitement feels like it can’t be contained. We have been engaged since 2016 and from the proposal it felt like this day would take forever to get to. Now that I’m in the last two weeks as a “single” woman (let’s face it, I haven’t been single for a long time), I am chomping at the bit. I just can’t wait.