(Me, last month...rowing our little rowboat at the Palace of Versailles. Place is HUGE.)
Did I mention that I'm planning a wedding? Oh...I did? Six bajillion times already? Well, just incase you missed it on the 5,999,999,999th time: I'm planning a wedding. A wedding in California, while living in Wisconsin, with the fiance in Iraq. Just a lil' tricky. ;)
So, I'm hittin' the road early tomorrow morning, packing my bags and jetting to California to do big things. Big things like...see the wedding location which we've already reserved + paid for, but haven't yet seen. (Eek!) Look over catering menus with my best bud. See the face of a florist. Perhaps I'll convince myself to try on some new wedding dresses...maybe even the dress I've been salivating over for months.
(Truth time: Gabe did most of the rowing. I rowed us in circles. A lot.)
Lest I make it sound like I'm doing all the work, it should be noted that Gabriel is more than pulling his fair share of the wedding weight. He's been totally involved...even bummed on nights we Skype but don't wind up discussing our nuptials. Just days before he left, he invested in a few "How To Be a Great Groom" books, which boiled groomery down to these two things:
1. Do whatever she wants.
2. Don't screw it up.
I'd say that's pretty solid advice. :)
P.S. My email inbox has seriously gone to the dogs since beginning this wedding planning ish. Seriously. It's wild and scary up in there...and sometimes I have nightmares about it. Planning from a distance is freakin' HARD...it's email overload. So, if you've emailed me and haven't heard back? I'm so, so sorry. I promise I'm not being a snob. Will work on amending this situation ASAP.