In 61 days I'm marrying the reason I started this here blog.
A funny man who I'm totally in love with.
2 months from today. 8.5 weeks. It's coming fast, y'all!
Welp, we have a new ongoing dilemma in the How to Get Married the Wrong Way saga of our lives.
I don't know what to do about my name.
To clarify, this isn't a REAL dilemma, like "do we pull the plug on our 16 year old comatose daughter" or anything like that. I'm marrying the best guy ever, we're super happy, and employed, and healthy so....not a real dilemma.
The non-dilemma IS ongoing, though.
I got me an engagement ring. I told you that we were having such a ridiculous time figuring out what to order, who could do the work, if we could afford it, etc....it was quite a process!
It's got my grandmother's pretty aquamarine stone in it, and I'm fully obsessed with how lovely it is.
It has happened, folks. Wedding invitations have been sent out.
You know how you hear pregnant women whining about how strangers touch their bellies without asking and they feel violated because it's their belly, their fetus, and one really shouldn't go around touching another human's midsection without a clear invitation?
I feel that way about my left hand.
4 months from today we're getting married.
So....there's that. Eek! Like most things in our culture, wedding planning has become something of a massive undertaking - have you heard?
It's a big deal, apparently.
Once one decides to get married, one needs to race and find a venue, because, like, all the good venues totally get booked years in advance and you JUST WON'T be happy in your marriage unless you have the perfect venue.
So, you know we are getting married, right?
We're doing everything 100% in the wrong order, FYI.
There wasn't an engagement, per se. Basically, we bought a house, then decided we were gonna get married. Then, we made these cute gifts to ask 5 girls to be my bridesmaids, and Jay just kinda...texted 5 people to be on his side.
Men.....am I right?
I grew up United Methodist. Did you know that? It's true. Every time we lived in the US we were a part of a large United Methodist church here in Greenville.
Currently, the UMC governing laws prohibits clergy from marrying gay couples. The United Methodist governing body has, to the best of my understanding, simply not addressed the issue at the last several conferences in which a rule like this might be examined or overturned.
I get it. It's a hot-button issue.
I don't, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, get why, though.
The time has come.
For me, "the time" means that I'm realizing how many people are in my life I love so much, and how I want to give them all fabulous gifts, and how having 4 jobs that I love mostly means that I'm embarrassingly poor but really quite happy so I'd better get on making some homemade gifts asap so I don't lose my house.
THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE OUR OWN CHRISTMAS GIFTS!
It's more fun, too.
I found this little project on Pinterest, where I regularly spend hours looking at craft projects that I'll never do. It's not that I can't craft...it's just that I hurry too much and things end up looking sloppier than the perfect pictures you see on the interwebz.
Also see: The End Of This Post.