The un organised bride to be
So, I’m only getting married in 4 months. 4 months! I’ve not planned this very well.
Invitations need to be sent out and paid for. I need to pay for my daughters dress. I need to meet up with my photographer and talk about what kind of photo’s I want. We are slowly building up a compilation of music. Decorations need to be chosen
The actual wedding: reception, ceremony , bridle suite, food and drink is sorted out. Paid for
I need a cake! I need RSVP’s – or I will have no one to celebrate with.
The small , final details need looking at
Oh wonderful husband of mine. You have put up with me. I am surprised you are still here. I promise to not be such a hermit. We met under the most painful time in my life. You swept me off my feet. I didn’t think for one moment you would every like little old me .You looked far too cool. Probably had loads of women flinging themselves at your feet. Yet, we got talking. You walked me home. I explained the situation with my daughter. I thought you would run for the hills. You have grown up so much in these 4/5 years. You stopped drinking. You help around the house- in fact you do more than your fair share. I think my daughter has the most chilled out personality because of you. I’ve done shameful things and you still love me and want to grow old with me. I know you are my soul mate. We laugh so much together. We don’t really fight. I respect you. I’ve never opened my heart and soul and mind to anyone – family, friends- any one but you. When I have doubted myself -you have urged me to go on. You never put me down. Never. I can’t really find one wrong thing to say about you except you won’t wear a coat in winter. Oh and you are not as cool as I thought. You are a bit of a geek but I love you for that. Your heart is generous and forgiving, your mind -well your mind- is brilliant. You are so intelligent. I love our little debates and chats. Our families have the same sense of humour. You have helped me believe that I am beautiful. You love my soul.
I vow to be loyal to you
To always be honest with you
To be your mascot when there is something that you want to achieve
To try and not ask you if you think I am fat all the time
To get out more in the world and do things
extend our family
keep reaching for our dreams
I vow to never lose my sense of humour
I vow to never put you done
I vow to let you get a pet duck – only joking. we are not getting a pet duck
These personal vow things are hard. So may be it will go something like that. Or not….
I need to find out what the groom to be wants to wear. He is stubborn. ‘ No suits’, he says. I need a club. He needs a blow to the head to instil common sense and come around to my way of thinking 😀 I have my dress. Only 4 months left of torturing myself with daily exercise.
I need to sort out hair and make up for my bridesmaids and me and my Mom and Nan. I can’t believe I will have a new surname. That is going to be seriously trippy.
So this is it. I’m getting married. No, it hasn’t sunk in yet….