We Should've Gotten Married In September

Our wedding date was a bit of a mystery for awhile. We knew we didn't want a long engagement and originally thought August would have made an excellent choice. But then Lawrence didn't actually propose until late March and my mom and I didn't feel like less than 6 months would really be enough time. Not to mention the cost of flying for my English relatives would have been double the cost than any other month. At the time, Lawrence intended on still being a student, so the next available date was Thanksgiving weekend.

Then Lawrence decided not to go back to school (a decision I am still a huge fan of) and our original venue went out of business. We sort of thought about September again, but the majority of our wedding party are still students. And 2 of my fabulous maids live out of state. And September is hot. And... well whatever.

So we stuck with November.

Now here we are, mere days away from September, and 90 days away from the wedding.

We should've gotten married in September.

I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like all the major planning is done and I'm begging for crunch time to get here so we can finalize flowers and print pretty programs. I mean, we have the clothes (Lawrence got his suit today... for FREE because my parents are absolutely amazing), we have the venue, the band (which I am SO excited about)... I mean, let's get this show on the road already!

But in reality, we still have a lot to do. Like figure out the ceremony. Make the groomsmens' vests. Print the invitations. Figure out if we have enough candlesticks. You know... details. My old bedroom in my parents' house looks like the old catering closet at chartwells.It's become the catch-all space for all things wedding related. We recently pulled everything out and took inventory of what we had, and what we still needed. Behold the madness....




But really, I'm just excited to finally be married to Lawrence. The wedding will be wonderful and fun and special. But it's the marriage I'm truly chomping at the bit for. I want the pretty venue and the gown and the shoes (wait until you see the shoes...) and Lawrence often teases me for being more excited about the wedding than the marriage. But more than anything, I can't wait to be his, and for him to be mine. Officially. Bonded in front of out friends and family and most importantly before God. I'm not delusional. I know this marriage thing takes work. Bring it on.