- resign from my job
- get a new job
- sell my house
- call moving companies to compare prices
- move my entire belongings from a 3 bedroom house all the way to West Texas
- finish the semester of grad school
- work 40+ hours a week
- do all the pictures we want
- find outfits for all attendants
- plan the wedding and rehearsal plus reserve church, etc.
- all the fittings, hair and make-up tries, yada yada yada
- 2-3 pre-marital counseling sessions
- book a honeymoon
- everything else that planning a wedding consists of
- oh, yeah, and do it 600 miles apart
Plus, I have seriously the most wonderful fiance in the world. He's already booked the entire honeymoon, helped me register (or should I say I helped him), and deals with the constant e-mails throughout the day that read, "Ahh!!! We need 125.7 cubes of ice!!!" Okay, it's not really that dramatic. But he doesn't act too tired of my never-ending to do lists. Add to that he and his family are helping me find a job since I know NO ONE down there.
And one more thing that makes him so remarkable--yesterday I was a little upset that I didn't just have the money to really help him with our honeymoon, so I said, "I don't want you to think I won't help..." His reply? "When we board the plane to go, it'll be both of ours anyway." It's moments like those you stop the fast, the furious, and the madness of wedding planning and just give a crying burst of thankfulness that God made someone for you that will be there when you need them the most. I couldn't marry anyone else in the world. Okay, sappy moment over.
Off to read 50 more pages of why the Democratic Party is now in the North. Be jealous.