There is a big difference between “getting married” and “being married”. I’m already a bit sick of the “getting married” process. Picking a date, figuring out how to make it fun, happy, and honest, and trying to help your family and friends feel welcome to celebrate. That’s work! I mean, it’s good work if you can get it, but still, it’s work. I just want to fast forward to the “being married” part. But we all have our dues to pay, I guess.
One thing came to me last night, we (the Postman and I) are going to have to do it our way. Not everybody is going to like what we do. So be it. I just hope they don’t feel slighted or unloved.
Here’s what I’m talking about: It looks like we won’t know for sure if he will get the day we pick off from work until 6 weeks before. That gives six weeks notice. Not much for out of town family. Plenty for the simple celebration we’re planning. But still, in my family, six weeks is …. shocking. Well, I guess it’s a good opportunity for my people to stretch their comfort zones and go with the flow. Who knows, maybe not being certain of the date will make it more fun. I can hope.
Now, if I can find a way to hide the location…