Weddingbee Blog

If I’m going to write about our wedding-planning process, then it only seems right to start with a brief history of my not-so-brief relationship with my amazing fiance (AKA “lovemuffin,” “muffintop,” just plain “muffin,” or the least embarrassing pet name—”love”).

In the beginning, there was a cat…

Halloween 2005

After a few months, it was clear there was some staying power to the relationship. Don’t we look happy? On the night Mr. FW and I first got together (I believe we called it “hooking up” at the time. Am I showing my age there? Do the kids still use that term?) this is what I looked like. Unfortunately, I don’t have pictures of his Hugh Hefner costume, but suffice it to say that we were an interesting pair! Our getting together came as a complete surprise to me because we’d been friends for several months at that point. I thought we’d been on a few “real” dates, but apparently he was unaware of this. (I mean, come on! You picked me up and took me to dinner. I asked you to take off your overshirt so I could see your tattoos. I was all cuted-up in my favoritest clothes. Ugh…whatevs, I’m over it.)

I was in grad school at the time, and he was a senior in college. Part of graduate training for a psychologist is to complete a year-long internship, and often you have to move to find a position that fits your needs. So around the one-year mark, we had to have some tough conversations about what would happen if our relationship became long distance and whether our relationship was serious enough to move (and move in) together. 

SF Pride

At a friend’s wedding

Luckily I was placed with an internship that would allow us to move an hour outside of San Francisco, and I would commute to my internship while Mr. FW commuted to grad school. (He ended up going to the same grad school as I did!)

Ferris Wheels on the far right, accompanied by wedding-party members—yay!

Pretty soon I had graduated…

That’s Doctor Ferris Wheel, to you

…we had purchased a little postage-stamp of a home (our first home!) in San Francisco…

Postage stamp located on the front half of the top floor

…and had settled down with our pack in the the city that we love!

Patches and Eli

Clearly we were making significant commitments to each other even though the engagement wouldn’t happen for another two years. We don’t consider ourselves traditional AT ALL, so this “out of order” relationship history of buying a home together long before we were engaged is perfectly, blissfully fitting for us.

Of course, like any story, there’s always more to tell—and I will, don’t worry! But I’ll leave it here for now.

Did anyone else do things “out of order” like we did?