Well, it’s mid August already. I really don’t know how this happened. It was February 5 minutes ago.
This morning we got up very very early and headed to Garden Island and helped settle C into his very small cabin which he has the luxury of sharing with only one other person this tour and then we breakfasted with other families of the crew on the deck of his warship and then stood on the wharf and waved as it gently pulled away and headed off to sea. And as we stood there waving him goodbye, the crew all standing on the decks rather formally as they head off, the tiniest voice from behind me called out, “Bye Daddy.” Damn that wrenched my heart.
So we are here. At this phase in the year. The bit where after 2.5 years of having him home every day, C has headed back to sea. And this is a four month stretch as he goes off to do all things naval and I get to do all the final planning for our wedding. And then he will come home and we will be married. Basically I won’t be living with him again until we are husband and wife. It was all fine and good cause this bit was, you know, off there on the horizon, and beyond, the wedding. But um. Here we are.
And tonight I met with my parents and a member of the band we were looking at for the wedding. And he is all very experienced in the kind of wedding we are looking at having. And I thought we’d toss around a few ideas and see what we thought and go away and come back. But he totally sat down and planned all the sets, I chose the bridal dance music, and we worked out the schedule for the reception. And somewhere in that process it hit me. I’m getting married. I’m really getting married. Woah!
So my intention is to post every day here because otherwise I might start talking to myself and noone wants that! And because I honestly have no idea how I am going to get everything done that I have on the list between now and Dec 23. And because maybe stopping to write it all down might slow it down a bit?
Mirrored from Champagne and Socks.