So, the wedding and I are on a break. Not a Ross and Rachel type break, but just a little break so we can cool off and I can regain my sanity. I'm even breaking from my blogs, which is tough.... but I am so over planning. I am ready to get married. I'm ready to say my vows, and put that ring on my finger (even though secretly I try it on every so often, just to make sure it still fits, of course!). I am ready to dance the night away. I'm ready to stop thinking about dieting, flabby arms in photos, toned backs, personal training, eating brown rice, not eating pizza (although I'm lagging on that lately), and evening out my tan. Then I am ready to lay on the beach in Mexico for a week. Then maybe I'll start to think about the fact that we're (most likely... depends on financial aid...) going to be moving across the country.
Maybe this was a little bit too much to take on, or maybe a 16 month engagement was a ridiculously bad idea. I'm really liking the Vegas elopement idea right now...
Dare I say that I'm over "it"? Over the planning? I'm ready for things to start happening! I'm tired of magazines, of blogs, of solicitation emails, of people arguing over whether not providing favors is a major etiquette error (who cares?!??!),... just over it.
Let's get married baby!!! Too bad we've got 5.5 more months...
On the happy side- I got into Vanderbilt! We might be heading to Tennessee! #2 school in the nation! (Can you imagine us in the south...)
But, for right now... a few pictures from DC. I'm off to the gym to run a 5k, and then going on a undisclosed-length wedding break. I'll be back when I don't feel like my head's going to explode when I think about all the invitations we need to gocco.
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