The wedding has been moved to September! At least it's a good thing we were dead set on August... my fiance's brother wouldn't be able to come to the wedding if it was in August, so we set it back a month. Sure, we won't be able to have a week-long honeymoon, but like we'd be able to afford one that long anyway. At least if we are able to plan it on Labor Day weekend, we can have a three-day-weekend honeymoon. :)
And sure, now the location we were considering won't work out anymore because it's booked up...but I found another location that is just as good--if not better! I'm excited to get things on the roll in the very near future. I just wish school wasn't so demanding! It's taking priority when the wedding planning needs to share the priority, too.
Just remember, Emily, the wedding is about marrying the man you fell in love with! Everything else is just extra stuff. In five months you will be Mrs. Williams!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Countdown
Five months. In just a little more than five months I plan to get married. Save-the-dates should be sent out, sites should be booked, invitations should have been started... none of which have been done yet. SO STRESSING. I have been waiting to find out information for a couple weeks now, and I haven't gotten the level of detail I need in order to put more planning forth--such as actually picking a date. We know we want to get married the first week of August; but since we still need to know certain details, picking the date isn't all that possible. I know planning can be done by the time we plan to get married. But waiting on hearing back from people is killing me. I want to know NOW. I want to book things NOW. I want to send out save-the-dates NOW.
Yet among the stress, it is relieving to know that I don't have to drown in it. Things will work out, and God will provide. He is bigger than the battle.
Besides, it's exciting thinking about living a married life with the man of my dreams. Yesterday we did some wedding registry at Target. Imagining putting together our own place, a cute little apartment, is a wonderful place to escape. I get all giddy thinking about starting a new life together. :)
Yet among the stress, it is relieving to know that I don't have to drown in it. Things will work out, and God will provide. He is bigger than the battle.
Besides, it's exciting thinking about living a married life with the man of my dreams. Yesterday we did some wedding registry at Target. Imagining putting together our own place, a cute little apartment, is a wonderful place to escape. I get all giddy thinking about starting a new life together. :)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Love and Reconciliation
No one enjoys getting in a fight with someone you love. May it be an I'm-right-and-you're-wrong fight with your sibling, a verbal battle of wits with a parent, or a jealous "my turn!" quarrel with a friend...it sucks. Sure, in the moment you're mostly focused on winning your argument, defending your stance, justifying a decision--but in the end, as you're resolved to not talk the rest of the day to that person, you're left with a terrible, unsettling feeling. Sometimes fights can be about keeping your pride in tact and remaining blind with anger, which keeps you from not wanting to reconcile. Yet, I'm sure all can admit that it's ideal to be in good standing with loved ones.
Sad feelings can be jumbled amidst anger and frustration. Most of the time the fight tends to deviate from the original dispute and you fight about stupid things that are not even the point. A huge mess ends up spilling all over the floor and it may feel like you don't even know where to start to get it cleaned up. If you hadn't already started crying during the dispute, tears would be forming at the sight of the mess before you. All you find yourself wanting is for things to return to how they were before any of the fight happened.
Now, I have a hard time letting things go--well, that's half the reason why fights start in the first place for me (and continue longer than they should). But in a different context, I have a hard time letting fights go, as in separating to cool off and walking away from each other before resolution has occurred. I hate being apart during a fight; I fear something happening and me regretting having left without making things right. Because of that fear, I want to fix things right then and there. I couldn't see myself having a fight with someone that lasts more than a few hours let alone something like a week. I couldn't do it. Even if it wasn't my fault and I shouldn't be the one apologizing, I would want apologize just so the fight could end before it could see the light of a few days.
Although last week, I got in a little fight with my fiance. The dispute occurred via text, as I headed to class. We went back and forth for a while, and he sent something I read right as class started so I had no chance of replying for the span of my hour and fifteen minute class. During this type of situation (as time passes without making up), normally I think of ways to try to calm the situation down, to bring us back to reconciliation over the silly little thing we were quarreling over. Instead, I composed different replies in my mind for when I'd get out of class since I wanted really badly to counter his statement at the time.
Then class finally ended and I brought out my phone to type up the mentally composed reply. I saw that I had a new message from him. Expecting something new to add to our fight, I read:
"I love you very much Emily."
I hate fighting, but I love resolution :)
Sad feelings can be jumbled amidst anger and frustration. Most of the time the fight tends to deviate from the original dispute and you fight about stupid things that are not even the point. A huge mess ends up spilling all over the floor and it may feel like you don't even know where to start to get it cleaned up. If you hadn't already started crying during the dispute, tears would be forming at the sight of the mess before you. All you find yourself wanting is for things to return to how they were before any of the fight happened.
Now, I have a hard time letting things go--well, that's half the reason why fights start in the first place for me (and continue longer than they should). But in a different context, I have a hard time letting fights go, as in separating to cool off and walking away from each other before resolution has occurred. I hate being apart during a fight; I fear something happening and me regretting having left without making things right. Because of that fear, I want to fix things right then and there. I couldn't see myself having a fight with someone that lasts more than a few hours let alone something like a week. I couldn't do it. Even if it wasn't my fault and I shouldn't be the one apologizing, I would want apologize just so the fight could end before it could see the light of a few days.
Although last week, I got in a little fight with my fiance. The dispute occurred via text, as I headed to class. We went back and forth for a while, and he sent something I read right as class started so I had no chance of replying for the span of my hour and fifteen minute class. During this type of situation (as time passes without making up), normally I think of ways to try to calm the situation down, to bring us back to reconciliation over the silly little thing we were quarreling over. Instead, I composed different replies in my mind for when I'd get out of class since I wanted really badly to counter his statement at the time.
Then class finally ended and I brought out my phone to type up the mentally composed reply. I saw that I had a new message from him. Expecting something new to add to our fight, I read:
"I love you very much Emily."
I hate fighting, but I love resolution :)
Monday, March 7, 2011
Nighttime Affair
I love it when after a long day, when your brain doesn't even work anymore, and you finally can get into bed. Having a headache all day as the hours drag on by leave you in a slight vegetative state by night's end. Trying to get anything accomplished is futile because all you can think about is sleep. The only thing you can do while it's still too early to actually climb into bed is watch a TV show, since such a task won't need a large part of your brain for completion. Then the time comes: sleep!
I love sleep, and sleep loves me. Maybe our love relationship is too strong, because I know I will not easily be able to peel away from my sheets come the morning. It never is an easy thing for me. On a similar note, the sleep button on my alarm and I are quite fairly acquainted, actually. I even think maybe Sleep Button gets rather jealous for the attention I give more of to Sleep, so it forces my alarm to sound in order for me to press it just once more. Who knew Sleep Button could be so high maintenance.
Yet when Sleep calls to me, I admit I am whipped. I must obey; sorry, Sleep Button. Our scandalous reverie will come around once more come the sunrise. Till then... I sure love the comfort of Sleep :)
I love sleep, and sleep loves me. Maybe our love relationship is too strong, because I know I will not easily be able to peel away from my sheets come the morning. It never is an easy thing for me. On a similar note, the sleep button on my alarm and I are quite fairly acquainted, actually. I even think maybe Sleep Button gets rather jealous for the attention I give more of to Sleep, so it forces my alarm to sound in order for me to press it just once more. Who knew Sleep Button could be so high maintenance.
Yet when Sleep calls to me, I admit I am whipped. I must obey; sorry, Sleep Button. Our scandalous reverie will come around once more come the sunrise. Till then... I sure love the comfort of Sleep :)
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