Sometimes you just have to wait a little longer...

 Well,
       Today is the day that I went down on one knee and asked Elizabeth to marry me. Last year I was so nervous that she would have said no. But when I asked her and she said yes it made me the happiest man on earth. Since then, we have been trying to plan our wedding and get the money together to pay for it. We were wanting to get married next year on June 20th. That date means a lot to me for very many reasons. But, with me getting laid off last year for a few months really hurt our money situation. I have gotten another job, but it pays less and I can barely help out around the house let alone help save up for the wedding. Hopefully I will get hired on full time or find a better paying job to be able help out more. We also have found out that a friend of ours who I really want to be in the wedding won't be able to be free in June to attend. We need this person in the wedding and I will not do it without him there. Plus, Elizabeth's father and step-mother are moving in the month of June and it would really make it hard on them to have the wedding in June also.

      So, it has come down to us having to postpone the wedding. I will let you know that I HATE having to do it. I have waited so long already that postponing it hurts a lot. I want the honor of being her husband so badly that I can feel it make my heart ache that it will have to be moved up. But I also know that there is really no choice in the matter. We need the extra time to put money back and we want and need our friend there to be a groomsman. Plus it will make it easier on her folks. So we have decided that the wedding will be moved up at least to November. I wanted it to be earlier than that but it looks like that will be the month it will happen. I know that the day will get here, but sometimes the wait can really hurt. But she is more than worth the wait for it.

Almost...a year.

Tomorrow it will be almost a year. A whole year since I went down on one knee and asked Elizabeth to marry me. Wow. Hard to believe that it has been this long. I will talk more about that tomorrow, but until then have a Happy 4th of July.

Calendar Confusion

Last night I had the terrible sensation that I was forgetting something. As is standard when I have this feeling, I checked my calendar.

Oops.

I put this particular bridal shop on my short list solely because they sponsored a bridal-gown fashion shop at a bridal event I attended, and fully half their models were plus-size. This is a rarity in Bridal World, where every woman is a size eight. I thought perhaps this store might have some dresses that might actually fit me.

I set up an appointment for late May and promptly forgot about it. I realized approximately two hours after my appointment that I'd been a nitwit. So I called, and apologized profusely. They were kind and understanding, and rescheduled me for a Sunday in July. That wouldn't be a problem, right?

Oops.

When our annual camping trip with friends was rescheduled to the weekend before the Fourth instead of the weekend after the Fourth, I neglected to note the conflict in my calendar. I was sweating like a pig taking down my tent in a field when I was supposed to be strapping myself into silk and lace.

I have been a no-call, no-show twice for the same bridal shop.

This is so embarrassing. To the poor workers in this shop, I am either a raging Bridezilla with no appreciation for others' time, or I have approximately the IQ of a Mr. Clean sponge mop. Either way, I can't bring myself to call them again.

In fact, if we see them at the next bridal show, I may have to duck and cover. I'll hide behind Jimmy. They never look at the grooms anyway.