What to do? What to do?
Lately, Brett and I have been doing a lot of talking about the future. Apparently, he has the engagement all planned out and, because he knows I'll say yes, he's going to have fun with it. I think that that is fantastic - I'm not at all about doing things seriously.
I'm learning a lot about myself in the process. I've always thought of myself as ( Read more... )
I'm learning a lot about myself in the process. I've always thought of myself as ( Read more... )
I even had issues with my mom when planning mine because Grant invited aunts and uncles because he didn't have any grandparents to invite (we both invited about twenty-five people). Since Penny's sister came, my mom thought that your mom should come too. But, if I did that, then I would have to invite Carol, Roger, Bill, Fran, etc., etc...so, I know what you mean.
I guess my point, though, is that it is possible to do it small and have some family and friends there, too, if you decide not to do the Vegas elopement. But in the end, it's about what you two want, not anyone else.
The only person who said anything about my ring was Terry. She was just thoroughly confused by it, but I think that's because at the time I was also wearing the mismatched engagement ring with it, so it did look kind of weird. I stopped wearing the engagement ring not too long after that, but not because Terry made a funny face, but because I found my tiny diamond ring...annoying. I seriously don't know how women wear those huge rocks. Ugh. I much prefer my wedding band; I'm kind of sad at the moment because it doesn't fit my finger. I haven't been able to wear it since about halfway though my pregnancy. =(
And, I dunno, I wouldn't worry about family members flapping their jaws about something so shallow behind your back. That was the last thing on my mind when Grant and I chose our rings.
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