In late July, my then boyfriend proposed to me. I know that most people expect the squeeling and tears and blubbering, but really I was more in shock. Not that I didn't think he was going to, I just wasn't expecting it then. We had been dating for over two years, and have known each other for about fourteen years, so it's not like we hadn't talked about it. At any rate, there was a proposal (that I may write about at a later time) and now it's wedding planning time.
I should take a moment to say that I am definitely not a type A bride. Contrary to popular belief though, that does not exclude a person from stress. It has been a roller coaster for sure, and yes, I will be glad when it's over and we can begin life, but that doesn't mean it's going to be easy.
Oh, did I mention he's in the military? And that I have a child from a previous marriage? And that we have to sell two houses and prepare to move just a few months after getting married?
I've reached a new level of go big or go home. This is my adventure.
