Selecting a date

When I called my father to tell him that Karl had proposed to me after 7 years of dating last May, the first question he asked me was So when is the wedding?

I honestly didn't have an answer. I had been secretly obsessing about getting engaged for two years. I had a plan!... We were gonna get hitched April 25th, 2010! It was a Saturday, the weather would be mild, slightly warm! We would both be done with college and beginning careers with stable paychecks! GRAVY!!! MANDATORY PERFECTION!

I wish I could tell the "me" of years gone that life is not planned. That after college I would not know where I was going or what I wanted to do. That at least half of our income would not be stable. That months of "dropping hints" to my boyfriend would not magically manifest itself in a ring. That on April 25, 2010 I would still not be "engaged" when it comes to the sparkly portion of the meaning. That a ring wouldn't matter at all to the commitment we would be making.

No, instead I look back at wasted potential spent lurking The Knot for hours on end like a pink and lace taffeta zombie.



Lesson learned... moving on!

May 1st, 2010. We're engaged and now obligated set a date. THE date. THE DATE TO END ALL DATES! In both our minds anything this year was out of the question, too soon! And then to complicate things, I couldn't compute 2011. I'm still trying to rationalize that but I can't. So the year became 2012 and after browsing the numerous Friday/Saturday/Sunday combinations available it was determined that 2 years would be too long of an engagement for us. Plus I wanted to get all the bang for my buck before the dreaded end of the Mayan calendar. January it is!

When I met dad and his wife a month later with the agreed upon date they seemed disappointed that it was such a long way away. I mentioned one of the reasons being that we needed to save up for it and they asked if we were planning a big wedding. Actually, no. We want to keep it as small and intimate as possible, but damn! I still want it to be AWESOME! And to me AWESOME no longer means spending ungodly amounts of cash on flowers. I don't know if I even want flowers. And I don't want to agonize over every little detail. However I do find myself with a lot of time for planning, and so welcome to my diversion!



As of today I have only 536 days left to go...