2)We bought wedding bands. :-) This was another one of those wedding to do's that made the whole thing become real. We have both had issues staying excited for the wedding. We are really tired of living apart from each other. I don't wanna live alone anymore. He doesn't want to commute back and forth in DC traffic anymore. I don't care about cakes, and favors, and invitations. I just wanna get married. I suppose this is a good thing. It'll come back. I know it.
On the wedding band subject, I have noticed a trend lately with blingy wedding bands. They are gorgeous. This gal I work with has the prettiest one I've ever seen. However, our wedding bands are plain. All of our parents wedding bands are plain, and I am pretty sure all of our grandparent's wedding bands were plain. I was thinking/praying about this idea a few weeks ago, because while the jewelry lady had tried to sell me a beautiful blingy diamond wedding band....I didn't want it. Which you wouldn't expect from me because my engagement ring is perfect for me and is very sparkly. I've come to this conclusion about the whole thing. Our wedding/engagement/dating has been very sparkly, we have had a lot of blessings, parties, gifts, trips, etc that were just part of being young and in love. Our relationship has been very blingy up until this point. But this is a step into a new life, one that will be considerably less sparkly at times, that requires great steadfastness and sacrifice. Marriage is about day in, day out, commitment solely to the life I share with my partner. Our first promise was to get married, in our case to have a big white wedding, a honeymoon and all the trimmings that come with getting married. This promise is about life long commitment. That's why we chose plain bands, because our marriage won't be about flashy things everyday, but about deep, abiding love. **disclaimer: if we were rich, I might feel differently about blingy wedding rings. :-)**
3) I finally french braided my own hair. Yes its inside out, I just can't get it to be normal. Keep practicin'.
4)My daddy made me feel good with a sweet email....after I told him how much more money I need for the wedding. ;-)
5)I decided to put in a throwback to camp. You can't tell but I am crying in this picture. I couldn't stand getting muddy. I don't know why. I just really hated it, but I did it for my campers. True, I only did it 2.5 times out of the 5 I was supposed to. But I really just couldn't stand it anymore. But I loved my campers and my summer staff and I miss them and pray for them always.
6)MY VALENTINES: my sweet baa boo sent me roses for the V Day...however we have a really big problem with surprises, so he told me about them last Thursday when I gave him his Valentine because I couldn't wait any longer than the two hours that I had it in my possession fail.
Also for my Valentine to myself, I bought a new table cloth, place mats and napkin rings. It was kind of silly how long I actually spent figuring out which I wanted.
7)This goes back to my comment early about not caring about the wedding at the present moment. My mom made a funny. She is just trying to make sure I get what I want. She's a good mama. And I'm sure whatever she picked for my cake will be spectacular and I will love shoving it into William's face.
8) I sent my Valentines, on Valentine's day. Sorry. At least you know I love you.
9)William McKenna nearly gave me a heart attack when he called me at 6 am on Monday to let me know that Pope Benedict would be resigning from his position as Pope. At first I was really sad. How could he do this to me? I am coming to see him in 92 days so that I can finally ask the man if he likes grilled cheese and he resigns?? I don't know if I can ask the new guy. What if he is lactose intolerant and that question would really hurt his feelings?
Moving on, I am so proud to be Catholic right now. In a world of instant gratification and me me me, Pope Benedict has shown the world what it is to be prudent and humble. I love the beautiful quote circulating, that Pope John Paul the Great taught us how to persevere and Pope Benedict is teaching us how to be humble. What a brave, brave man. I hope that he lives the remainder of his days in peace, doing what he loves best, with plenty of orange Fanta and Prada shoes galore. I love you Papa Benedicto!
That's my week. 92 days.
