So last night the boy came to the realisation that I was going to be his wife. It was lights out time and we were both trying to fall to sleep and out of the blue he says "you're going to be my wife, I really like that". It was so sweet especially because I keep complaining about how I don't want to be a 'wife' the title just doesn't sit well with me for where I feel I am at in my life. It's bizarre as well because marriage is about becoming husband and wife but, I think it comes down to my fear of losing my name and the rest of me. I know that isn't going to happen but it's still a scary big step to be taking.
Anyway getting back to it...it was just a really sweet moment and reminded me once again of why we're getting married.
Then on the otherside of this whole wedding thing...you know the side which isn't about us celebrating our love but rather us conforming to all that is WEDDING. Bridesmaid dresses are doing my head in! They can't decide and no colour suits all of them so I am seriously tempted to put them all in black with different dresses. I do not understand people's aversion to black at weddings, after all the groomsmen are generally in black suits! I don't buy into the whole black is for funeral thing either, because if it's good enough for the boys why isn't it good enough for the girls? I think this is just something I need to sleep on for the next few months and hopefully something will just come to be and that whole debacle will be over!
I want to say a big Merry Christmas to all the brides-to-be whose last christmas this will be as a Miss (or Ms). We're entering the big world of Mrs. soon and even though I'm scared, I'm looking forward to it as well.