Tuesday, January 6, 2009
The Captain has gone back to Washington to start wrapping up things there, selling the house, moving arrangements, etc. I am alone in my house again. It's quieter than it ever was after having him here the past 40 days or so. He had a horrible trip back with snow delays, over-heated planes, and low blood sugar because he didn't have time to eat in between flights. I don't like him being up there by himself, feeling tired and sick, and I'm not there to take care of him. We've gotten used to existing together. Funny how a couple of months can do that to you. We were inseparable almost the whole time he was here.
Yes, we had arguments. A couple of humdingers too, but we made up. (that's the best part :-)
And now I have a wedding to plan. We have a date in mind, but it's not for sure, so I'm not saying it out loud to anyone yet. We're keeping it small, though. Family and close friends. An elegantly informal, afternoon wedding in a chapel on a shaded southern street with azaleas blooming all around. I'm hoping for a breezy day.
I was thinking there would only be about 50 people on the guest list, but then the Captain reminded me that Christmas Eve hosted about 25 people in my house, and that was just my immediate family, not even into the cousins or aunts and uncles yet.
If I didn't think it would horribly disappoint my mother and father, I swear we'd just elope. But besides that, my Captain says he wants to see me walking down the aisle in a pretty dress. I told him I'd wear a simple ivory tea length dress. No giant snowbeast creation for me.
Speaking of horrible dresses....
It's like a Barbie lab experiment gone horribly wrong, ala Weird Science.