I yam off to see the florist. I am fully prepared to strike about a thousand things from the long list I made last time in order to stay within the budget we didn't really finish making over grumpy pancakes and omelettes yesterday.
Did I seriously think we were going to be immune to the whole fighting-over-wedding-stuff thing? I guess I did. Because there are so many things I really don't care about. But I guess, actually, the not caring is what is causing these issues. Not caring = not getting stuff done early = getting it done late(r) = major anxiety for S. Me, not so much. I am a worrier when I shouldn't be, and when I'm told I should worry, I don't.
Anyway, I'm not worried. Well, I occasionally worry that one day long after the wedding has come and gone, I will wake up and be sad that I didn't care more about things like cake and tulle. I've been getting more and more into the whole thing, but not enough to start obsessing.
Last week he said he wanted us to write our vows. By his own admission he is not an enthusiastic writer and so I was very surprised by this. I think it was the night of Peahen's wedding. He had said several times that he'd loved my MOH speech, and before we drifted off to sleep, he said it again, along with something like, "My vows are gonna suck compared to yours."
They're not, of course, and truthfully I just love the fact that he wants to write and share something from his heart. Now if only the church would get back to me so that we could seriously get going on this stuff.
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"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is." - Captain Corelli's Mandolin
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Brandon and I were watching tv when a wedding came on and the bride and groom exchanged vows. B said his vows are gonna be, "I'm marrying this bitch." As he pointed in my general direction. I explained that those weren't vows and if that was the case we'd go with traditional vows so he wouldn't have to think or be creative. Not to mention I'm pretty sure if he calls me a bitch at any time in front of my family they'll burn him alive.
I think the thought of us getting married weirded him out (as the thought normally does) and so a subject change was in need. But it was highly amusing to even hear the words cross his lips, "when we get married".
i once heard a best man's speech that rhymed. probably the best one. mine, yeah, not so much but it was an impromptu one done while i was the deejay so what?
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