Just how we want it…
So….. It turns out that I am not a “bride”. (I can tell how shocked you all are from here.) For about 3 or 4 days I decided to plan a wedding and pick colors and look at invites and all that stuff. People could come, pictures would be taken and food would be eaten. It all seemed like a lovely idea except for the crazy panic it was causing me. Thank goodness I have since come to my senses! I was having what can only be described as an allergic reaction to bridal-type activities. My stomach was churning; my head swimming and I couldn’t get any sleep worth having.
And now, a mere 24 hours since Mr. President and I realized that what we really want to do is just be married to each other, I am 100 times less likely to throw up at random. We will be married, quietly and without fuss and are thinking of planning a bit of a tour of friend visits. In theory I understand the appeal of having a roomful of people around to share in our moment but I just can’t imagine anything better than a simple ceremony with my squeeze and my Spawn and a little romantic weekend in NYC to celebrate.
I guess some of us girls just don’t have it in us.
