While I’m excited to share wedding-planning deets with you, I should probably let you know how we got here. From the very beginning of our relationship, A and I planned on getting married. We got along so well as friends, and there was a level of comfort between us that I’d never felt with anyone before. I remember saying to him, “Had I known that you existed, that there was someone out there just like me, I never would have settled for anyone else.” Of course, I’m still a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, our paths to get to this point needed to be as twisted and messy as they were, and so on and so forth. So I wouldn’t change anything about how we came to be. But really, I wouldn’t have felt like such an oddball in this world if I had met him earlier. I guess that’s what growing up is all about, though, right? Self-acceptance?
Anywho. We just clicked from the very beginning, and there was no doubt in my mind that it was just a matter of time before we were married. So I was on the lookout for a proposal fairly early on. And I waited, and waited. Our friends would ask on occasion, “when are you guys just going to get married already?” At Christmas, A’s cousin asked us when we were getting married. By Valentine’s Day, even A’s mom was pushing for a ring, even sending him pictures of rings and trying to get me to talk wedding plans with her! On Mother’s Day, the family was making bets on when we would get engaged. A’s dad said he “[gave] it six months,” in his adorable Welsh accent. Well, future FIL wins by default, because even though everyone agreed it wouldn’t be long, he called it first, and it was about four months from then.
Hey there, hive! I’ve missed you. After a much needed hiatus from all things wedding, which included blogging, I’m back and shaking the rust off of my writing fingers! OK, not entirely, because I use my fingers for contract writing all day at work, but I digress. It feels good to be back.
Many of you may not remember me, and that’s OK; I won’t hold it against you! You can catch up on my story here. I got engaged in March of 2012, was introduced to the hive as a blogger in January 2014, and in June 2014 I ended my engagement after two-plus years of planning. Needless to say, my time here was a little bit of a roller coaster of emotions. Blogging for Weddingbee was a high point, but it ended all too abruptly.
But I’m here now to change all that. I’m back, and I bring good news! Well, for me anyway. You all have to hear my rantings and ravings for a little while longer, which you may or may not view as good news. 😉 That’s right…there’s a new Parisian wedding on the horizon!
Or, as I originally titled this post, “My Spectacular Pseudo Bridal Shower/Bachelorette Thingy.”
The clock to the Puffer Wedding is winding down at an alarmingly quicker pace each day. One of our “sh*t just got real” moments was when we switched from counting down months to weeks until the wedding. We have a huge to-do list left that seems to be growing rather than shrinking. Nearly every conversation we have with each other, with family, with friends—even with strangers—is about the wedding, and the subject matter has started boring even me. I think Puff and I are both at the let’s-just-get-it-over-with-already stage of wedding planning.
But along the way, we’ve had a lot of fun with our wedding. My recent Saturday with the girls was definitely one of the highlights.