Can anyone tell me if my house is still standing? Or have the children gone all Lord of the Flies on my husband?
Yes, I’m still gone! I’m having a great time! I may never come back!
Wait, it gets wicked cold up here in Iowa in the winters. I’m not made for that. Ok, I’ll come back soon.
But while I’m still gone and having a blast with all these amazing women up here, I have another amazing women RIGHT HERE on this blog to keep you company.
She’s my bloggy BFF and Canadian sister wife. And like any good sister wife, she’s down here helping Christian with the kids and babysitting my blog while I’m gone. Ok, maybe just the blog stuff.
Please give a warm welcome to the incredible Leighann of Multitasking Mumma! She’s getting married next year and is knee deep in wedding fantasies, plans, and the inevitable pressure that comes with it all. #sigh
We are in the thick of planning our wedding and I am certain we’ve gotten a great head start! It’s more than a year away you guys!!
Brian on the other hand is not convinced. He thinks I have let my woman brain be swayed by “Say Yes to the Dress” and “Big Bliss” and I should have given myself three years or more to pull off what I am dreaming.
He says I’m a trickster.
That I promised him a back yard pig roast with a small gathering of friends and this is turning into glitz and spotlights.
My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding!
Okay it’s true. I promised pigs, sand, and t-shirts.
I told him there would only be a few people, a huge keg, and patio lanterns.
A little ditty about Brian and LEEEIIIGGHHANNN.
But then I remembered… I’m a girl and I want all the attention on me in my big white dress, my pulled back hair, my father walking me down the aisle, my child out of wedlock crying from my mother-in-laws lap, you know.. the dream?!
I want to starve myself for months before the big day in an attempt to fit into the gown of my dreams and do sit ups under my desk on my lunch break just so I can look back on my wedding photos with a smile on my face.
I want the excitement of planning.
The anxieties, frustrations, disappointments, and thrills.
The cake samples, invitation choices, table clothes and overlays, and glue stuck all over my hands from making centre pieces.
I want to carefully pick out song choices for the DJ and forbid any Taylor Swift music be played.
Most of all?
I want to fantasize about walking up the aisle towards the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with, slipping my hand into his, and beginning our journey into the next chapter together.
See how lovely she is? What a talent for mixing the hilarious with the warm fuzzies. And good call on the Taylor Swift banning.
Now go! Run! Check out Multitasking Mumma in her own territory and tell her the Genie sent you! I’ll be back on Wednesday!