Nuptual musings and daydreams.

A sneak peek into my brain and what its waves are churning around as of late.

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To veil or not to veil?

Twenty-three different categories of lists. And many a list within those lists.

Naked cakes! Bridal shower cakes! Buttercream cakes! Crepe cakes or cake-cakes?

Tweaking and fussing about our theme a hundred and one times.

Wanting to shout from the mountain peaks but keeping most things under wraps -- I choose not to make my Pinterest boards public! (Throws some kind of mood in the air.)

The gym, again and again. For those bridal arms and dress-worthy tush.

Thinking of every and all things needed to be done but wanting to watch Grey's/Friends/Dexter instead. Many times watching Grey's/Friends/Dexter instead.

Stares intently at one another. Let's just run off barefoot to the mountain's forests and get eloped amongst the sun beams and tall, tall trees. Quiet, just us, with wise mother nature. Eyes become wild with feat. Daydream some. Then continue planning our day, squeezing hands, cracking jokes, pretending we aren't subtly nervous but in an eager way. 

I am so excited.

July 31, 2015

July 31st is a good day for an anniversary. A day we will secretly plan surprises for over the years -- breakfast foods, funny socks, and hikes for the occasion. And what an occasion it will be! A day we will slowly open our eyes to the morning sun and say happy x-years! And do something us-fashioned like high-five with our feet. Then we'll grab coffee and do all of our favorite things -- elated just to be in each others' company, blessed to be able to spend the time. You and me and me and you.

In one year, we will be married. We will be married. On this day, as lovely as today, three hundred sixty five days from right now. It will be a grand year of getting everything ready to say our vows in front of everyone we hold so close. In a garden we chose ourselves. Intimate, precious, a celebration.

I'm so ready for our lives. I'm so ready for our stories -- tucked away in held hands, heard in little feet padding a cross wooden floors, felt in new traditions. The crows feet from years of belly laughs. Triumphs and challenges and adventure. I am so ready. 

Today, the countdown begins. I can't wait to see you in that suit, honey -- I'm going to look my prettiest for you.