This past weekend was a “let our hair down” affair, the annual Pig Pickin’ to commemorate the birth of my finance, his twin brother, and their dear friend, Shawn.
Let me tell you one thing about our group of friends, we know how to put on a shin dig!
My apologies to vegetarian readers, but the pig was delish!
My Little Love and myself.
Saturday was also the 28th, which means we have officially began the three month countdown until the wedding. Where has the time gone? I stood there, socializing with my Little, watching Matt revel in conversation and good ole’ fashioned male comradery, realizing we may be settling down, but we are by no means settling. That term insinuates that we are giving up on good time to potentially be had. Well, let me tell you something. If I’m having a good time, Matt is the one I want to have with me while I’m doing it! Life is one wild and precious ride, and I want Matt right beside me in the passenger seat (well, if I’m honest he’d be in the drivers seat. I avoid driving at all costs if possible when we’re together). I recently saw a friend post something that read, “Getting married before the age of 25 is like leaving the party at 10pm.” In my opinion, I count myself as blessed to have found the person I want to spend my life with at a young age. People may argue that we have all the time in the world, but you never really know how much time you may or may not have. I’m taking full advantage of this love, and running away with it, saying I do, and never turning back.
I’m not saying marriage will be easy, but what things in life that are of any worth come easy?
Matt and I are enjoying this in between stage, not only dating, but not yet an old married couple. I’d like to think we’re not leaving the party at 10pm to head home. Maybe we’re just choosing to leave the peer pong behind to attend a more sophisticated soiree, one where they serve crudites and good cheese paired with a really nice vintage wine.
Sunday afternoon we headed down to Jasmine. They have added a few beautiful details to the plantation since our last visit, including a beautiful brick aisle. Matt and I sauntered to the alter casually, peered over at each other, and had this incredible “Holy Wah!” moment. We realized this is it, in this space, in just three months, we’ll say I do.
It was kind of surreal. In a magical kind of way.
Today is also Matt’s birthday. Happy Birthday, my love. I hope God blesses us with many more birthdays and life celebrations together. I love you to pieces. <3