Wedding Plans

I've heard it said that if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I never understood that saying until after I was engaged.

C and I planned to get married July 2, 2011. It was going to be a long engagement: 23 months to be exact. I wanted to wait till after I graduated from grad school and C wanted to wait till we were more stable.

In retrospect, I always knew we wouldn't make it till the summer of 2011 to be married. Secretly I wanted to get married in the summer of 2010, but it seemed too soon. We needed to make sure everything was perfect and in order before we got married. I wanted to have my Master's degree . We both wanted to have our wedding savings together months in advance so we wouldn't have to struggle planning the wedding.

By nature I'm a planner. So by January 2010, I had my wedding dress picked out. On February 3, 2010, I went to look at the dress and somehow ended up purchasing it. It didn't make sense when my wedding was well over a year away. What if I lost or gained weight or changed my mind? I had bought a discontinued dress that couldn't even be returned, but I loved it. I told myself that the dress purchase would help the rest of the planning process. I wouldn't have to worry about that part anymore and I could go on to the rest of it and spread it out more. But I didn't spread it out more. In March, C and I started looking at venues near my hometown, which is a 3 hour drive from Durham. It was kind of insane because my life was consumed with planning a wedding that was a year and a half away.

By the end of March 2010 I had purchased wedding day accessories like a ring bearer pillow and flower girl basket. I had bought invitation kits and favor boxes. I even started experimenting with DIY projects like centerpieces. I don't know if it was because I was depressed from being laid off from work, bored out of my mind, or just crazy. But wedding planning was my life.

Then April 20, 2010, happened. It wasn't in my plans, but I now know it was in God's. It was that day that I discovered I was expecting my precious baby O, whom I nicknamed Peanut. That day marked a change of plans. C and I decided to move our wedding up. It caught everyone offguard, but that didn't matter to us.

We decided to get married on July 3, 2010. I never planned to get married on the 3rd day of any month. I wanted to get married on the 2nd because C and I officially started dating on a February 2nd, we were engaged on an August 2nd, and C was born on a November 2nd. Plus, I like even numbers better than odd numbers. But refer back to paragraph 1, sentence 1 of this post :).

It so happened that 7/3/10 was the perfect day for us to get married. I'm a very spiritual person and I like exploring the biblical significance of certain numbers. In the bible 7 means spiritual perfection, 3 means solid or complete, and 10 means completeness or perfection of a divine order. Doesn't that just sound amazing?

So after our perfect wedding day was chosen, it was time to focus on planning for Peanut's birth.