It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Lindsey and Ava (the dog) slept, as Justin tossed about.
On Christmas morning Justin proposed to my complete surprise. I thought he knew better than to propose on a holiday. Although, in hindsight, it was a well orchestrated plan because the one day I thought he would never dare . . . he did. Nothing could have prepared me for the level of happiness and excitement I felt at the moment I held the ring he carefully and tediously selected. I cried and smiled more than a nursery of babies.
Now it’s Day 2 of the engagement. Holy shit, people ask a lot of questions! I have no answers for any of their specific wedding questions: where, when, and what kind? I just want to focus on being married to Justin, not organizing an expensive party. I am entirely aware I will need to fulfill some societal traditions and standards. Therefore, now I have a few questions:
Dresses, guests, food, venues, music, family, suits, transportation, flowers, pictures, registries, churches . . . Who wants it? Who wants to take care of all this for me? I’m busy loving Justin and being enamored and honored with his request. Oh, and working full time and going to school full time.
WAIT . . . Despite all attempts to deny my true self, I’ve got some girly in me. Of course I want to pick out my dress, and choose where I will finally look into Justin’s watery eyes and say “I do,” but in only 24 hours the essentials of planning a wedding are stacking up higher than I could ever jump or reach . . . and I played a lot of volleyball.
Next step: Breathe.
Step 2: Enjoy the fact that the most talented, inspired, intelligent, loving man asked me to wake up every morning and go to bed every night with him for the rest of his life.
Step 3: Get excited and repeat, “It will get done, everything always gets done.”
Step 4: Never stop breathing.
