Our Finest Year

A year ago, I was sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the most exciting moment of my life to happen. The anticipation was killing me. It felt like everyone knew but me.

I remember everything and I remember nothing. I tried so hard to drink everything that was happening in that moment. Trying to remember if the tide was coming in or going out, what I was wearing, what he was wearing, what the strangers around us were wearing, whether I had my toes dug in the sand or not, what knee Drew decided to bend down on, if I had the green chair or the blue chair, whether the sun was behind the clouds or if it had come back out for a few seconds.

The only thing I remember from those 20 seconds was what he asked and what I said. I guess that’s all that matters, right?

I think what I remember most is the adrenaline and excitement I felt that whole day afterwards. Most of which I am still feeding off of now. 

The past year has been a whirl-wind. I can’t believe its been a year since this all started. I can’t believe we’ve bought a house and planned an entire wedding all in the same year. We are either really really awesome or really really insane. Unless everything falls apart in the next 30 days, we pulled it off. Obviously, with a lot of help from our nearest and dearest. If we didn’t have them, we’d probably still be in our apartment and attempting to plan a wedding that would be happening in a month.

But here we are. Twenty eight days from the most important day in my life. In typical Emily fashion, I am expecting the worst but hoping for the best. I am a pessimist even at the best of times. All I know is, I am going to miss this time in our lives so much. Just like I was a year ago, I am trying to drink everything in remember every detail of what is happening around me. 

I know that in a year, I will forget the small details. I will forget the conversations and the disagreements. I will forget why we decided certain things and why we passed over others. 

I’m trying not to though. 

But, thats what this blog is for, right? Even though I haven’t been GREAT at updating it, I’ve read back on more then one occasion to remind myself of certain things and laugh at what has happened only a few months ago. 

Here’s to remembering & heres to 28 days.




Long time.

Its been awhile…but only because there have been no new developments wedding wise! I’m starting to get anxious…I’m already stressed about my future stress that is waiting for me a mere few months down the road.

            We’ve mostly been talking about what we definitely want. As of right now, I think we’ve decided on dude attire, centerpiece designs, and place holders. I am STARTING to think about my dress, even though I am dreading it completely. I’m on pinterest 98% of the time when I’m at home, but the same stuff keeps popping up.

            We are also focused on the house and trying to avoid the daunting task of PACKING. I’m dreading that more than dress shopping, I think. It’s not that we have a ton of stuff, but packing and moving is never fun, no matter now rewarding the end result is. I was planning on packing a few things this past weekend, but I’m a clumsy fool and dislocated my knee. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering “how in the world did she do that?” and I wish I could respond with “oh you know, I’m so silly! I was just practicing my back flips!” But, I didn’t. I dislocated my knee while trying to SIT DOWN ON MY BED. Evidently I was at just the wrong angle and I heard this awful popping/cracking sound and the bottom half of my leg didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It popped right back in, but HO-LEE crap did it hurt. So, needless to say, I didn’t do much on Sunday what with being a cripple.

            This coming Friday I am going into Falmouth to have some florist consultations and block off some hotel rooms. I’m looking forward to actually finalizing SOMETHING! Then, Andrew and I are off to Monson/Sturbridge for the weekend for Jim and Erin’s wedding on Sunday.

            Hopefully…HOPEFULLY we will close on our house sometime next week. The suspense is actually killing me.