I have finally gotten around to beginning on this blog post series – a highly anticipated one, to be sure! I know y’all have been excited for it too. 😊 Andrew and I are pretty much writing it together – I wrote the first draft, and he’s editing and throwing in some other things. We’re so excited for y’all to read allllll the details of our unique story!
I greet you excitedly because EEEP can you believe I’m rambling about MY wedding I’m planning? O.o NOPE, neither can I!
Anyway, I thought it would be excellent to start a series on wedding planning because I imagine some of y’all are interested and also I’ll probably want to look back on it. So far, we’ve been engaged for about a month and a half and have gotten quite a bit done! So, without further ado, the progress thus far.
OH MY GOODNESS, YOU GUYS. I have greatly anticipated this blog post! I am so excited, I almost don’t know what to say. But if you found out on my Instagram, the rumors are true – I. AM. ENGAGED. This is no prank, no test – it’s the truth and I am so blissfully happy!
*takes a deep breath*
I’m sure you all want to hear the juicy details, especially since most of you had no idea I was even in a relationship, right? So let me give y’all some backstory and tell you about the proposal, and then I’m planning to make a little blog series. 😀
If you were a fly on the wall at our Thanksgiving feast, you might see a bountiful table of food; a large gathering of family and friends; beautifully detailed decorations. You might hear laughter and child’s prattle; the playing of guitar and singing of hymns; soft piano music in the background.
It was seven years ago in January. I remember sitting in the audience, watching Rebecca and John being united for life. It was a momentous occasion – not only for them, but for me. It was the first wedding I’d ever been to. I don’t remember too much about their wedding because I was just a kid, and kids don’t notice the details, but I do remember one thing. They loved each other. And they were excited to be married, and I was excited for them. I remember them leaving the church, and, instead of throwing rice, everyone blew bubbles. I thought it was magical, but it was beautiful and special too.