Yep, it’s true. Brides really do wait until three weeks before the wedding to get anything done. I would know, because we’re a whopping 15 days out and I still don’t have a ring to put on Jonathan’s finger to make him an honest man. It’s okay though, we’ve got the wedding cake covered so I’m not really sweating anything. Unless you count EVERYTHING and the 15.9 pounds I’ve put on due to stress-snacking on chex mix. BUT WE’RE COOL, PEOPLE.
If we’re honest, I’m ready for the wedding. Scratch that, I’m really ready for the marriage. To all of the people who say that engagement is the best time of our lives: I CALL YOUR B.S!!!!!!!!!! Engagement is just that weird time when you only partially belong to each other (in terms of new apartment leases, halfway expensive jewelry, newly shared pet ownership, letting him in on cake testings, etc.) but you still have to do stuff like plan weddings and hunt for apartments and argue about how the cream colored furniture is a better choice than the leather furniture OBVIOUSLY. I just want to be married and share the same bed (like, HOW MUCH FUN WILL THAT BE?!), make him coffee in the morning (well, that is if I wake up early enough. it’s an adorable thought though *heart eyes*), and cook him dinner in our preciously decorated apartment that I crafted and diy’d with my own two hands. AND WE’LL BE ABLE TO DO IT ALL LEGALLY IN THE SIGHT OF GOD!!! Sorry about the caps, it’s just 15 days out and I’m a little bit o v e r the wedding (even though i know i will be wildly happy and weepy day of. just, again, 15 days out and i’m in over my head), and so r e a d y for the marriage, and living life with my best friend, and being all cute and stuff.
Don’t worry, I know it’s not all hearts and roses. Trust me. JG annoys me more than any other human being on the planet and just absolutely drives me up the wall sometimes (i, of course, am the apple of his eye and can do no wrong LOL). Occasionally I turn my gaze heavenward with the most holy visage that I can muster and say, “Father, this boy you’ve inflicted me with…he wants to take me to hunting camp. To hunt.” I never heard anything back from Him on that one, but he did put me in a tree stand with this sight, so I guess my point was mute.
(we then proceeded to talk about my friends and how they’re doing, wedding stuff, the list of the 52 things that i want for my birthday, and my dogs) (it was not an awful time) (he is very cute in camo)
We’ve had our fair share of ugly spats, usually stemming from my selfishness and desire to be right all of the time, or just dumb stuff that we both look back on and laugh at. Well, that he can laugh at, I usually cringe. But, that’s why I love this guy. I’ve found this wonderful soul who I can laugh through life with and who takes me on wild adventures even though I’m not the wildest person ever. He makes me better. He makes me want to pursue Christ. He makes me miss him even if he’s only been gone for an hour or so. Gosh, I just can’t wait to be his wife.
(how adorable are we all dressed up? ugh, so cute)
On another wedding note, I’m in this phase where I’m viciously attacking everything I see with gold spray paint. If I’ve learned anything from my three year, loving and devoted relationship to Pinterest, it’s that gold anything can cover a multitude of sins, so that’s how I’m approaching this upcoming event. GOLD AND BLUSH AND CREAM EVERYTHING!!!!!! I’m so pleasant to be around right now. My family just loves me.
I can use all of this stuff later, right? Of course right.
On a completely different note, Gatsby is not terribly excited about this whole “marriage”, “apartment-living” arrangement we’ve lassoed him into. He had to get neutered because of it.
So peaceful. So beautiful. (i’ll probs get flagged for this)
“Hate you rn”
Recovery is tough, man.
Despite all of that, we’re doing well and really can’t wait for this big shindig in 15 days!
Can’t wait to post pictures for y’all.
Love, thai food, and gold spray paint,