I’ve been getting a lot of questions about how big my wedding will be. I’ve said I’m willing to sacrifice guest count for the right venue. Wrong. I’m starting to flip-flop. I remember reading something that said, “If you instantly became very wealthy, would you stick around with the person that you’re with?” For a lot of the guys in my past, the answer was no. I was with them because I thought I needed a partner, because I didn’t think I could have a family on my own, because I didn’t think I could do better. Dean is different. The answer is yes. I wouldn’t mind paying all the bills and being a sugar mama because I know he loves me so much.
Move-in day is this Saturday. The truth is I’m very very nervous and scared. I have been living on my own for quite some time now. I actually like being by myself. I wasn’t one of those people who loved having roommates. Sorry guys! As much as I love my old roomies, I definitely prefer my solitude. Well, all that will change this weekend. Gulp.
Here is an email from my thoughtful, sensitive fiance who likes to garden. He likes to attach images to his emails, too. The one above was attached to the email.
“Baby, our Jasmine is beginning to blossom, just in time for your nightly reading in the Eames chair. Called “The King of Flowers,” Jasmine symbolizes innocence, purity and nobility. The night-blooming Jasmine invokes the fragrances of a moonlit grove on a warm summer night… and you can sip your tea too!”
Dear Mr. & Mrs. Gacad,
Please know that I strongly respect character and tradition, which is why I know a mere phone call, is no way to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage. I am sorry. Not only was it a poor decision, reception quality; yet, most importantly our dropped call didn’t allow us to incorporate Mrs. Gacad into the conversation.
Unfortunately, I just learned this weekend is not good for you to meet face to face, so I thought to at least write and share my feelings, intentions with understanding we will see each other very soon. J A lot has happened in a short amount of time, mostly because Catherine and I love one another and are ready to take steps towards building a marriage and family.
Our plan is to look to the past to prepare for the future. Both of us have been blessed with loving, supportive parents who have taught us pride and humility. Catherine has urged me to look to the Catholic Church for guidance and added engagement courses to my “Honey Do” list. I am looking forward to sharing the unpredictable wonders and challenges of a fulfilling life together and confident; we will learn a thing or two. Of which, there’s no better compass than the one our parents have led us.
I am very, very happy and grateful to my family as well as hoping you will welcome me into yours!
My subletter moves in one week from today. Technically, according to my best friend Daniel, she is not a subletter, but a lessee. There’s no ‘sub’ about it since I own my place.
Those of you who see me all the time know that I’m a leggings fanatic. I’ve worn the same leggings for years ever since they came back into style. I wear them often enough that I’m always irritable when they’re all crumpled up in my laundry basket. So I went online and bought another pair. Woweee. They feel like silk. I love them so much, I went back online and bought another 3 pairs.