Yep. Eight and a half months until I’m officially Mrs. Taylor. I think about the day Mike proposed a lot. Like…kind of all the time. It was almost 3 whole months ago. (Best Birthday EVER.)
The actual moment is a blur. I vaguely remember what he said – I’m bad about that. My brain skips around too much inside itself. I was too busy trying to figure out if it was real life to pay attention to his question. Then I was too busy being happy and staring at the ring so I didn’t even cry. I cry all the time. Literally. At commercials, movies, TV shows, songs, animal pictures…I’m a cryer.
Are you tired of seeing ring pictures? Too bad. This is my blog.
I cry about it now, though. If I’m just sitting somewhere, or driving, or at work…anytime the proposal crosses my mind – I start to cry. Maybe not full on bawling, but I get choked up and teary eyed. I just love him so much.
Planning the wedding is another story. I’m NOT a planner. I absolutely despise anything and everything wedding planning. Picking the dress was the only thing I was looking forward to, and even THAT turned into a semi-nightmare. It’s been bought, now. And I love it. So why can’t I just fast forward to March and have the planning phase behind me? Blerg. Any tips from you soon-to-be brides and/or newlyweds would be ENCOURAGED AND EMBRACED over here.
Luckily my sorority sister and new blogger, Taylor, is like a wedding genius, so with her help along with my MOH Kelsey and my Mama, hopefully I won’t be a Bridezilla. To be Bridezilla you have to care, right? I’m so apathetic it’s disturbing.
We did settle on colors and bridesmaids dresses –
We also settled on a signature cocktail. Rum, sour mix, ginger ale, strawberry lemonade and fresh strawberries combined to create a yet-to-be-named dranky drank that we’ll be serving at the open bar. I’m thinking something along the lines of Southern Firecracker or Old Fashioned Firecracker…totes just brainstorming.
Waaaaaah why can’t I just get J-Lo to come and do everything for me.